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Not my gameby ~PetaKat
MemoriesIt’s a metro bus route In a metropolitan city That takes me to where I grew Grew afraid of the world I choked on my tongueMemories
And my speech was slurred
From the red wine, yeah the red wine That made me smile
Memories come rushing to me Of that day I walked away From the person that I had become So perfect, yet I couldn’t stay Memories come rushing to me Of that day I walked away From the person that I had become So perfect, yet I couldn’t stay With this life
Its that one charming boy When we were thirteen &nb
by ~PetaKat
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- Current Residence: Miami Lakes
- Interests: Music, Art, Earth, Literature, Writing, Acting, Thinking.
- Favourite movie: Premonition, DonJuan DeMarco...a lot more
- Favourite band or musician: John Mayer, Something Corperate, HelloGoodbye
- Favourite genre of music: I like mostly everything that has a meaning.
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: Meg Cabot
- MP3 player of choice: Zune =]
- Shell of choice: my turtle shell =]
- Favourite gaming platform: Ninetendo DS =]
- Favourite cartoon character: Belle-From Beauty and the Beast
- Personal Quote: "Follow your soul, for when your heart stops beating your soul will still live."
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, Paper, Crayons, and Camera =]
- Website: http://myspace.com/lost_in_your_comforter
- Email: starstuff1213@hotmail.com
- AIM: hippiepitakat
- MSN: starstuff1213@hotmail.com
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nice to meet you^^
sawand commented ur pic on "fate"and btw "understanding" was reallly nice.
haha, 你会中文吗？
瞒奇怪的，要在dA找到会汉语的人并不多^^
希望能和你当朋友！
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We are all victims, Anselmo. Our destinies are decided by a cosmic roll of the dice, the whims of the stars, the vagrant breezes of fortune that blows from the windmills of the gods
-A Final Destiny H.L. Dietric.
were friends lol
wooo
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Dreams are aspirations of the heart, without the mind's consent...
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Dreams are aspirations of the heart, without the mind's consent...
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Dreams are aspirations of the heart, without the mind's consent...
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