ramblings of a teen who just loves music and quoting things, specially love stuff thats all gooey in the inside like a caramel filled chocolate
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
The Only Exception-Paramore
I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know your leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
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