| you are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are grey
you'll never know dear
how much i love you
please don't take my sunshine away
my lover and i sing to each other often.
my lover and i aren't afraid to fall on the ground in love.
my lover and i love each other shamelessly. |
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| i knew you'd get what was coming to you.
hate to say it... but the drunk had it coming.
that's that.
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| i have a few monies in my pocket and an approaching anxiety attack. i have never wanted to leave so badly. it is not running away. it is being trapped. i want to leave just because i cannot. i have this passion that i cannot feel anymore. what could be more sad than seeing something you love dissappear. i want to see. i want to feel. i just want to breathe air that is not in this room. i want to taste water that is not from their glasses. i want to know what it is to struggle. i need to know i am okay, because i cannot even feel that now. i need to fail on my own. i need to succeed on my own. i want to live on my own. i want to support myself. i demand answers from my parents. why would i want to stay caged in a place that they tell me i cannot leave. i can. i can without their help. it will be hard. but i am becoming so weak . . . so frail. can you see it? my hands are aging fast. my skin cracks with the coming winter's unsatisfying chill. i am dying here. i must see more. there is so much more than this. so much more. i am so pale now . . . no longer beautiful in the southern winters. |
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| i think we should just call the embassy and ask them |
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