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Ask me. Ask me. Ask. Me. [May. 7th, 2008|12:40 pm]
It was in the form of a girl that I lost my faith. Wrapped around her finger. My heart on a string. Oh, how she tugged! With every jerking motion I felt my chest heave and cave in. Was it to humiliate? Was it to resuscitate? I scribbled my secret down on a card and sent it in. Adorned with flowers picked by someone who had taken the time to care. That I treated with complete disgust. Hm. I think I've heard this one before. How does one forget where she comes from? How does one forget? Tell me. Tell me. Tell. Me. There's two hearts to every pen. There's two hearts to every stone. There is one that is in love. There is one that's in control.