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Dalinah, twenty-one.
Your tagboard comes in here.
I won't go down with this ship.
@1:36 AM
So tonight I'm attempting to be okay, on my own, with no distractions but only with the company of good music. Sometimes I think I jinx myself. When I'm truly happy, I should just keep my mouth shut because if I say it out loud, I'll end up losing them ;(


Or maybe it wasn't even mine to begin with. Just like a passing wave. Good memories, but that's just it. It's a real pity, because I really liked this one. Minus the fact that he's a self-absorbed twat who really think he's some kind of a big fuck. But even I was willing to overlook that. No more, no more!

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