in those days.

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you got me ten feet off the ground
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i am your cinderella or prince charming. i am known as oxy♥ which is oxygenatedlove in full, you know you love my skins. this skin is done with like 3 hours of my time i was like unsure of how to do at first. i was like having to do algebra, so i'm sick of maths, this skin is made for both genders so i'm not discriminating against any gender; just use my skins if you like it. I am an element which is highly explosive at a single touch of raw hate, it will blast and just like potassium and water, heh! my typical fairytale of how my other party got me blown away and loved or have a crush. and we told each other that we like each other so blah blah you know the rest! and we lived happily ever after...

A very nice and simple Crumpler Bag -
Lots and Lots of Gummy Sweets -
A RANDOMLY GOOD MSG of 1.00 -
THE Macintosh Designer Laptop -
prince charming/cinderella to appear -
Dancing Skills at International Standard -

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Friday, February 1, 2008

10:00 AM

the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me

he is the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

ten feet off the ground.