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Splatta on the windsheild
~So, here we are. Can you believe we are actually here? Now? In this time frame, using these words, and loving every second of it? Nah, neither could I. But I miss you. Miss you as you hate me. Miss you as you scream at me. I'm not desperate.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.
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