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four letters.dear hickory,four letters.
do you think that just maybe i could be you for a day or two? all i want is to be free, please just let me free. i cannot take this heart any more. it breaks too often, it's broken beyond repair and i am nothing close to a mechanic. i can not keep pretending that i am or hope that i ev er will be.
please please please just let me be you for a day.
dear zeke,
you and i are too much alike, and i really
hate that it's that way. i just wish
tha


i don't want your hearti want to let go, but just don't know how to.i don't want your heart
that tug in my heartstrings' still scream ing your name.
it may scream but it has the wrong melody.
you and i never
were anything more than a harsh cacophony.
and yet you allow your heartstrings to scream aloud, i want to know why?
i can't stop feeling,
i can't stop thinking, i can
not stop loving you.
you're loving something that is worthless and that'll never love you back.
your heart is what the
stars are made of


from the sailor to the seasea, just to let you know, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for feeding you the same false hopes and dreams that i fed myself. i'm sorry that i let myself see you as something that wasn't meant to be, that i was swept away in an infatuation. i'm sorry that i was always looking to make you happy; especially since you rarely returned the favour. i'm sorry that i'm giving up, that i was wrong about our bond and how much i could really live with and myself i could sacrifice.from the sailor to the sea
i'm sorry that you don't know who i am and that you're living based on assumptions that i'm like the rest, sorry for the fact that you're wrong about me and you


know...there is a little girl that lives down the street, they call her tracy (i think).know...
she's made of half-hearted smiles and tissue paper skin, and nobody knows why. all the neighbours see her around, but nobody stops to ask if she's okay.
there is a little boy that lives next door to me, his name is arnold (artie for short). he's made of cheeky grins, torn and broken skin, and nobody can withstand his craziness. all the neighbours lock the doors when he's hangin' around, because they like to aviod him.
there is an elderly lady that lives across the street, &nbs
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and we'll work some stuff out, sorry i didnt reply to the other one yet.
but i'll do some reseach on those holidays and find suitable challenges. just give me two weeks though
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and i have a jewish friend, so i know a bit about hannukah [just not the spelling -_-]
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i can do stuff on eid (for muslims)
i just want to be careful not to offend people or give way for offensive pieces to be created ><
and don't worry i cants spells either. haha
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