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Lucretia
{Lucretia2000} {at} {hotmail.com}
Likes puddy tats, the smell of fresh rain showers and reading true crime.
Hates liars and phoney people who put on airs!
Character most like-Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh.
Collects small ornate boxes and puddy tats made from a variety of materials.
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Friday December 07, 07
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08:51 AM - Stop me from thinking from thinking ALL the time about…..and
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psychologically save me
Dig a shallow grave
Wake up at 6 AM and think about
It's always just around the bend
So sick and belaboured
And oh, my room is cold
In our different ways we are The same
I've watched you
My only mistake is I keep hoping
when I'm lying in my bed I think about life And I think about death
There's no words to properly express what is swimming in my head however, the tone and mood of the above songs are as close as I can get..........
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when I'm lying in my bed I think about life And I think about death...
AND, neither one appeeeeeeeals to me.
And yet, that lyric always appealed me too, as I find that to be so often the case.
Hope you have been relatively well, Lucretia. Me?! I am trying to devise a means to fast-forward to Spring already, lol.