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"April is the cruellest month." -T.S. Eliot
"April is the cruellest month." -T.S. Eliot
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- I don't think
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- Reviens-moi
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- Ghetto superstar
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I don't think I'm strong enough to do what you said, even though I wish more than anything I could. I wouldn't knowhow to explain it. Dobranoc Anna.
You know I don't blame you. I don't think you should be rash. I think you have to do what you know how to do best. I understand.
Don't be afraid, Alex. Dobranoc.
Please don't feel like I'm forcing anything on you. I'm not even close to doing that.
I know. I don't feel that way at all. I just know that in a perfect world what you said is absolutely right, but that I know Peaches best, and I know what the possible consequences would be of doing that. Anyways, I've calmed down a lot and so has she. Good morning Anna!
I have more strength in me than I knew.
That ride was hard to bear.
I'm sorry you had to bear it.
I am losing grip of this situation. I understand nothing.
I'm sorry you had to bear it. I have a headache. Good morning Anna.
Good afternoon. I am sorry to have missed your call. I would love for you to call me, but I understand if you decide not to.
I'd appreciate some clarification, though.
I hope your night wasn't terrible. I hope you had fun.
I never use bookmarks.
Summer on my farm is nice, my front porch is my paradise
and I can sit here every night, yes I can watch the world go by,
and know that I'm in motion to occasionally think of you
and just hope that you realize that when you sit here by my side
whatever that implies will be just fine
My heart beats like a tambourine that plays along in time.
wah wah i listen to conor oberst and my life is sooo terrible
who wrote that last one?
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