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rely on me.
i'm your soul.

Your photo here.

The facts expressed here belong to everybody, the opinions to me. The distinction is yours to draw...

strike out.

I want you
I wanna be rich too

hearts talking.

Cbox recomended, perhaps w counter.

alternative exits.

my mother
my sister
my friend
my puppy

my days, not yours.

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thank you.

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Friday, March 12, 2010

I was just chatting with you on msn again awhile ago. The more i ask you rhetorical questions, the more i feel how different we both are. I don't like to be told what i cannot do. I don't like having to ask permission to do what i want with my own body. You did not even give me a valid reason why you objected so strongly against getting inked. All these controlling feeling you give out, is just giving me more doubts, about you and me... I'm not sure anymore.

At times like this, I can't help but compare. Comparing you and him. He lets me get away with murder, i doubt you will do the same for me. Does this mean he truly loves me for who i am? There are questions running through my head daily. It's tiring. Sometimes I can't sleep.

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