A roller coaster ride that would make the amusement park jealous (Nardo), so much changing in my brain my head is callused. Calculated malice, as I feel the need to laugh when I'm over run with sadness. Deep breaths to the excess, though less vexed when I think of her deep breath when sexed. How did I become so lucky, from people trying to fuck me to the one who loves me. Yes, that clean love.... the type when your in the wrong and need a hug she holds you up. The type when you need fresh air she'll finger-brush your hair. That type that could be across the world but care like she was there. The type that makes it a waste of time for me to type, cause what I write could never justify the type. Yes I'm happy, I'm alright..... she's my type!! -LIV
YOu're a crazy blog-postin' fool these past few days, ain't cha?
ReplyDeleteI can only try to help by "talking" you through the days at times; your brother and I - ALthough, I think we need you more than you need us at times! Time is almost up and the fourth member will join the round table...
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Yes there is a time when love is grand and its now. She is wonderful and so are you. Together, combined the two of you are the right type. Soon together you will be and rightfully so....very happy.
ReplyDeleteThat is the only way to really be successful when learning to type
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