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Posted by Eugenie on July 6th, 2009 @ 7:17am
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My father killed and ended up getting killed, an eye for an eye, right? Does this mean we’re even and I get to work now or not so much?
Whatever, it’s not like it really matters. I’d much rather spend my days shopping and with my pets then have to associate with those sods anyway.
And my mother wonders why I prefer animals.
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Posted by Eugenie on June 10th, 2009 @ 11:51am
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That's Okay by The Hush Sound |
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You were a child who was made of glass
You carried a black heart passed down from your dad
If somebody loved you, they'd tell you by now
We all turn away when you're down
You want to go back to where you felt safe
To hear your brother's laughter,
See your mother's face
Your childhood home is just down to white bones
And you'll never find your way back ( home. )
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