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Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping

I want to feel that lightning strike me



Thursday, April 26, 2007


REMEMBER ME THIS WAY


So let me take this medicine
To quench my love for violent things
My swan song will
Be like a bullet laced in anger


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Today's a really emo kiddos day again. I was totally not in a good mood to do anything. So no pictures today.

Spent the dinner time at New York with Nick, Wen, Brendon, Thomas and this guy i forgot his name after their photo shooting. They're all part-time models except for Thomas, he's the only full time one. Then cabbed home with Nick. Oh yah, thanks for the flowers yo buddy! I really appreciate it (:

P.S/ HAPPY BIRTHDAY YI HAO!

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving

Love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together



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Take your self apart find yourself with love, I love you.

Yeat your heart out
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