

Flashbacksyou can't very easily tell me what i did was wrong. you can't tell me you wouldn't consider doing what i did. i hope that's what she had really wanted.Flashbacks
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so i befriended a girl named rosie a while back, a month i'd say. i called her rose. she was overall a good person and a good friend. she was the responsible type, always one to worry, the kind of girl who always wears her hair in a pony tail and had freckles from the sun with fair skin. she was very modest, very shy. i realized i could just say anything and she'd listen and sometimes respond with something that she thought might puzzle me. i would disregard those


Take it as Persiflagereaching into the depths of silence, what was i even looking for? a concentration, a set attention.Take it as Persiflage
so what kind of solitude is attainable?
who,in a serious manner, would listen? who would take off their headphones and give up the idea that music is everything?
is music really what will save you, or has it already saved you. because i'm wondering, and i think there is only a small percentage of the beings on this earth who know music and feel it through their veins, pulsating. not just a refuge for when their salad days are gone. &nb
Glow
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-Travizzle-
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If you want boobs, man, I support that. I support that like a bra.
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Yay me!
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If your ears are not bleeding the bass is too low!
I appreciate for your support...
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and greets from vienna
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I found Jesus.
he was behind the sofa all the time.
my english sucks...haha..i know
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