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if you lived here you would be home now.

i don't let strangers in my bed, heart, and i don't like them to hold my hand.
but i think i've moved on.
i deserve some one who knows, and if you don't, i'll make up my mind for you.

i'm not desperate to talk to you. finally.

7:06 p.m. - 2005-09-18

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