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And while he wishes he could escape this
But it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
And a song that has no soul
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And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that she'd never heard of cancer
She wishes God would give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful
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Remember feeling low
Remember losing hope
Remember all the feelings and the day they stopped
Wednesday, August 01, 2007 i need plasters for my armpits
8:50 PM
There's always friction when im marching and my armpits always end up red and painful sigh. Hm i hope tomorrow will be a good day man.. today everything seemed so heavy after drills my bag felt exceptionally heavy too :E But ah well Jo was super gross when we were leaving Caltex today ahhhhhhh it was low and long Joey!!! D:
ok bye just wanted to complain about my sore armpits im off to bathe :)