| 2 entries | | |  | | | | sunday mornings | wrote | | its on sundays when you realise how much you miss people, you know they miss you too as it is the times that were spent together most,
emotions burn like fire inside when they show on the outside they've already got mixed up with other ones and send off dodgy signals,
i'll never understand why love runs so close to hate or why i seem to love the ones that hate me | | | | | life | wrote | | | Live life freely, lick the lid of it. not the window of the bus! | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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