and you doubt you will ever be free
2002-01-28 - 9:50 p.m.
how do i love thee? let me count my chickens before they hatch my heart skipped to the beat of a different drummer when you whispered sweet+sour nothingss in my ear every rose has its thorn and every rose has its thorn in my side you are the sun and you are the rain on my parade. ||in the morning you wait for the sun and secretly hope it won't come| ||
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