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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Friday, September 3, 2010, 11:24 PM
wear neon pink cos its attention-seeking

If there ever is a waking moment of your increasingly daydream filled life with cotton candies in the sky and lush green pastures that you think, "Hey, I think Pei Pei would come back cos isn't that what she does with all her friends?"

Let me offer you one advice, kill that thought before it kills itself.

By the way, I don't see how getting every one of your little friends in the picture would benefit my anger. In case it does, evacuate five minutes before I start tearing up the picture, of course, keep yourself in it.