April 2011
March 2011
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nothing’s ever fun when you’re constantly on your own.
thoughts kept to myself, as the waves crash on the beach.
siting with the sand between my toes.
thoughts of coming home to no one.
stay awake one more day, it will all be okay if you never close your eyes.
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I feel at home in Arizona.
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