October 2011
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Where were you every night that I woke up alone?
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But it doesnt matter because nobody's listening.
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I'll undo all the damage you've done to me one way...
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We're all shipwrecked.
All castaways. One day, we all wake on the beach, our heads caked with sand, sea foam stinging our eyes, fiddler crabs picking at our noses, and the taste of salt caked on out lips. And, like it or not, it is there that we realize we are all in need of Friday to come and rescue us off this island, because we don’t speak the language and we can’t read the messages in the bottle.
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Home sick...
Guess it’s time for some Doctor Who (:
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