



♡ you lyric-ed my heart, boy
Saturday, October 11, 2008, 1:56 PM
Dear OOMA, here I wrote a letter I would like to send. It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end. *Sigh*Should I trust this dialect? Just to convey the right effect?
Dear OOMA, I've got some words I'd like to set in pen. I would have used a pencil but lead was just not permanent. Then, should I trust my printer's ink? Here, to express the things I think?
Every page, I tried my best to think of something to contest. With inside jokes and other folks who whay, got much more to confess.
Dear OOMA, this envelope will represent my heart. I'll seal it, send it off and wish it luck with it's depart. This stamp will be every action that carry my affection. Across neighbours to ask the direction of lust and infatuation. Should I trust the postage due? To deliver my heart to you?
I guess I'll give you all I can; Flower and a hand. I hope this helps you see. Signed, Sincerely me.
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SYARAFINA. A penultimate Leo. 16, real triple mutliple soon.
I'm a big-time procrastinator. But hey, procrastinators enjoy life more than anyone, because they don’t worry and they still meet the
deadline. I'm weird, I run into things, I spill food, I trip, I scream about random stuff. I obviously don't have it all together.
But I like it that way. I just want to live a life without worries, where I can be me without fear of being judged. I want to let go of the past, live in
the present, and dream of the future. I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but it would be lovely to be something to someone.
Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I’m trippin’? Tie my shoes. Can’t stand me? Sit your butt back down. Can’t face me? Turn around. Getting tired of
me? Take a nap.
Blov-vers are as dearly loved as possible -_*
Ps/ Note to self: I think I’ll go anti-love. Really, who needs it? Butterflies in the tummy, heart skipping beats… that can’t be safe.