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dear feist, i love you, michelle.
i am a robot... you are a machine
you can't read your smile; it should be written on...
live through this and you won't look back
i always catch the clock at 11:11
sweetheart, bitterheart, now i can't tell you apart
these boots were make for kicking
Suburban Crack
gimme less
for a minute there, i lost myself
theres no combination of words you can put on the ...
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
these boots were make for kicking
i got a puppy.
michelle's shoes: 0
darwin-dylan: 2
in conclusion, if you see me barefoot in the near future ... it really won't be my fault
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