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Sasha Wilson
Just doesn't understand
How you can be so close
Yet so far away
Under my nose
Yet too far to gain
I'm falling in love
And you're so confused
Lost, in yourself.
Blog Archive
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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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