Gloria, we lied

Feeling: alone
We're not talking. Words seem to slide off my tounge too easily for my comfort. this chaos, this calamity So I think I've talked, worried, wondered, and cried over you more than anyone else. I've blamed it on allergys. I don't want to leave school unless it's now. Bleeding isn't much fun the second time around. I dream in black and white. I hate you. This is the death of beauty Marshamllows are a bit dodgy, if you ask me. Moncho knows that men and women hump each other. Andres is going to marry a Chinese girl. Five bottles, five days of the week...coincidence? I think not. Apathy was so last quarter. Carousel next weekend TRADITION!!!!! Gloria, we lied, we can't go on Last senior day. We crowned Mary. "The one who sings prays twice." I cried. I cried. I cried. The doves have died, the lovers have lied
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yeah, he was actually sick... mama was wrong... oh well... i guess he's alright now
that's sweet
in the new way of saying it. I like it, is it all lyrics or just kind of?
it's cool.
anna
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