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Re: Dirty Little Secrets. -
July 21st 2009, 08:22 PM
I wish I had an eating disorder. I always start off so good to get there and she always stops me.
When all your friends have come and gone,
And the sun no longer shines,
And the happiness for which you long is washed away like an ocean's tide,
When all the hard times outweigh the good,
And all your words are misunderstood,
When the day seems lost from the start
You must follow your heart,
You must follow your heart.
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