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a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. [entries|friends|calendar]
so now we speak with ruined tongues.


you offer only one reply. you know not what you do. but you tear and tear your hair from roots.
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now you can't wash your hands of me [17 Feb 2004|06:49pm]
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this journal has now officially become friends only. let's face it; a girl needs her privacy.

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