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Relationships Are Complicated

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oWilloWo

Published: May 17, 2010

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          Relationships Are Complicated

I'm falling to pieces...
                                    _{I'm the only thing keeping you together, peanut.}

...I can't do this...
                              _{You don't have a choice, darling.}

...I've got nothing...
                                  _{Honey, I'm all you've got left.}

...You're my last resort...
                                        _{I'm your one and only, snookums.}

...What makes you think you can see right through me?...
                                                                                            _{Baby, I've seen it all.}

...What makes you think someone like you understands me when I clearly don't?...

                _{Because, Sweetie, I am you.}

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_{_{_{Mental Insanity's a bitch.}}}
_{Not dead yet. Just going at 100 miles an hour and avoiding stop signs.

Can't freaking wait till summer.

P.S. I'll try to have more poems. They're kinda on random post it notes right now (:}

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br0k3n-up-insid3

Sep 15, 2010

haha i do that too, the random post it notes thing..i wrote my sig on a random post it lol

love this, btw, as always.

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