understand what you've got.
& i'll let you choose.
THOSE FRAGILE LIPS <3
About Me
Ex-prep
Ex- goth
Ex-tremely witty
Mistaken for a girly-girl
Die-Hard Liverpudlian
Blistered
And trying to live
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Sunday, November 05, 2006
Ever had a day where you feel like the abused horsehair on Vanessa Mae's violin? Tightly wound Highly strung Like you're gonna snap any second Yet you manage to stay intact for extraordinary lengths of time.
Remember though; in the end, something's gotta give. And it ain't gonna be pretty