Thursday, March 27, 2014
The Walls Are Made Of Lists
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I hope one day you meet someone who can write a list of ways you're supposed to feel, and that you like every feeling on that list.
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7 comments:
my list of my own feelings are very long.hope you someday will understand those feelings.
I hope one day you realize that only you can make me feel those feelings.
Thank you for reminding me always of the good things, You are just wonderful!
you write from inside your heart and in every comment you have your intellect .
Amazing
Amazing
Thank you, i needed this
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