love and miss you pretty girl<3
sincerely,
sarah


Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man pu
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tell me how low will a bad girl go.
for the
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Manch eine rose lebt, um unbeachtet zu welken.
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like autumn leaves his sense fell from him, an empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within...
.:zack
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like autumn leaves his sense fell from him, an empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within...
.:zack
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"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past."
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like autumn leaves his sense fell from him, an empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within...
.:zack
look at that..lol come back more often!!!
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like autumn leaves his sense fell from him, an empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within...
.:zack
you look sad in your pictchaaa..
cheer up!!!!
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like autumn leaves his sense fell from him, an empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within...
.:zack
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