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A mystery
But not to me
A secret fruit
I've peeled
I've found the truth
I fell for you
You let me down
Oh, well.
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2009
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May
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- Introduction
- Crazy
- Love and Hate
- Nonexistence
- Doll
- So much and Nothing
- Anne Frank
- Lullaby
- Unwanted
- Lightning
- Safety
- Interpretations
- Juliet's Poem
- Rebound(Song of the Preppy Chicks)*
- Euphemistic Love
- Young Love
- Bubonic Tolls
- Pushing
- I fear the words. Why?
- Moving On
- Nostalgia
- Creative Genius
- Untitled
- Of Tragedy
- My Cousin
- Dear Diary
- Encounters
- Under My Nose
- Misfortune and Hope
- Romantic Heroics
- Longing
- Untitled
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May
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About Me
- Sasha
- Sasha. Female. Strange from A-Z. Misses family dinners and hugs that show love rather than obligation. Where'd the merry-go-rounds go?
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