

Sunday MorningIt was a Sunday morning, well that's how I'll always remember It.Sunday Morning
We layed together like we were the only people in the world, But we wern't.
You told me I was the one, But I wasn't.
As you brushed the hair from my eyes you said I was beautiful, But you didn't mean it.
You told me I was yours, But I never was.
Every Sunday I lay alone and remember when you told me we would always be together.
And now every Sunday I know you were lying.
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You'll never understand why I etched your name in the sand.
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you should write a book 'how to offend women in five syllables or less!"-- the swan princess
For the favourite/s and/or watch you have graced my account with.
I really, sincerely appreciate it.
Sorry for such a late message, and the fact that this is a copied and pasted message.
Bryony!
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there's so much sad gonna flood the ocean, we're all in tears for the world is broken. [the script - we cry]
stock account
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Take me down, Six underground.
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*The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died*
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what do you call a dead bee?
-was.
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A dead cow or sheep lying in the pasture is recognized as carrion. The same sort of carcass dressed and hung up in a butchers stall passes as food.
-J. H. Kellogg
at this days its my fave tvshow but I cant find good pictures,and yours was very good thnx alot
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Sorry for my bad attitude XD
thanks
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A dead cow or sheep lying in the pasture is recognized as carrion. The same sort of carcass dressed and hung up in a butchers stall passes as food.
-J. H. Kellogg
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