When you're ill, find the cure. No matter what's the matter, there is always a remedy waiting to be found.
And, I think I've found mine.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Too much is never enough, and life is only as perfect as you let it be. Breathe deeply, and see the clouds floating
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- It's like a Magic Bullet for my head.
- The Living
- Damn extended metaphors
- Dead tired.
- 4-1
- Music & Lust
- Math woo math
- Don't even get me started on the boycotters...
- Hereafter
- Of love and liturature
- Winter cleaning.
- Car Crash
- Where are you?
- Bloodletting and Miraculous Cures
- Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
- Walking with a Ghost
- Stars, Frankenstein, and Grayscale
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About Me
- Thingsleftunsaid
- I'm a young soul. I'm not certain of my direction, but wherever I'm going, I'm going there head held high. I take nothing for granted; to me, everything is more than meets the eyes
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