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[08 May 2006|12:46pm]
"Sometimes she collects several blankets and lies under them, enjoying them more for their weight than for the warmth they bring. And when moonlight slides onto the ceiling it wakes her, and she lies in the hammock, her mind skating. She finds rest as opposed to sleep the truly pleasurable state. If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favorite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never get past the locked door." - The English Patient
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[17 Feb 2006|10:41am]
When sky blue gets dark enough
To see the colors of the city lights
A trail of ruby red and diamond white
Hits her like a sunrise
Tonight she's out to lose herself
And find a high on Peachtree Street
From mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
Heavy into everything
She comes and goes and comes and goes
Like no one cares
She comes and goes and no one knows
She's slipping through my hands
She's always buzzing just like neon
Who knows how long
She can go before she burns away
I can't be her angel now
You know it's not my place to hold her down
And it's hard for me to take a stand
When I would take her anyway I can

- John Mayer
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[11 Feb 2006|10:48pm]
"Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but, there is no man. Only that moon."

- Practical Magic
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[03 Jan 2006|11:32pm]
he's cold and he's cruel but he knows what he's doing
he pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion
he laughs at my dreams but i dream about his laughter
strange as it seems, he's the one i'm after
cause he's bittersweet, he knocks me off of my feet
and i can't help myself, i don't want anyone else
he's a mystery, he's too much for me, but i keep coming back for more
he's just the boy i'm looking for

- the click five
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