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Wednesday, 10 November 2010

TRUE!

sickinthehate: If only I knew how - to let go; to forget; to not know; to get. It isn’t my heart I’ve tied down to an anchor and thrown to sea because well, I haven’t been able to find it for awhile now. My mind though, it’s drawn to yours. It’s thinking of you. My body, with it’s urge to reach out to you. This is telepathetic. This physicruel. This is a strange attraction. I never knew, without emotion, this could still be filled will so much passion.

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