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*VIVA VOCE.
@ because misery is a comfort, but he just does it for the fashion [because you know he looks so good wearing those black eyes and swollen lips]. hold on there little girl, he doesn't even know you're alive. hold on there little girl, he doesnt even know what you see when you look through those beaty blue eyes. so put down your cards and let me see what you're concealing. he's got the pieces to finish off my puzzle and they fit so nice and snug. this picture forms a beach with a bright tropical sun where we could spend all our days walking along. the songs you play match my sonnets of no definite rhyme scheme and heaven is a guitar strumming love letters i've written to you. so come on and tell me your secrets and together we'll wish upon burning stars [to take this apathy away/to take his apathy away]. so divulge all your sincerest thoughts and secrets into me because i'm the worst person you could ever tell them to. the sweetest part of this all is that you don't even know it. << >> SN–— M |