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May 31, 2009
I know you hear me. I can taste it in your tears. Holding my last breath. Safe inside myself. Are all my thoughts of you. Sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight.
Here are two pictures from the AVP volleyball thing.
I dont know what kind of exercising the women do, but I need some of that. And a tan too. One that isnt peeling.
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