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That Girl

Hey!
I'm sure you guys know who i am if not how'd you get here in the first place? :)
And if you don't know who i am and you somehow managed to find your sneaky little way here,
well then i guess maybe i'll run into you one day.
Although if you do know me somehow and i don't know you,
feel free to say hey!


XOXO V. Giselle

Victoria Giselle

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
You taught me how to hit the mark, and once again i missed.

Tomorrow...
I don't want to come back to this house.
I want to run.
And never stop.
Till my heart stops beating
my tears are overflowing.
Not hating myself may become a crime.
and loving you feels like a sin.
I just want to sit in the rain,
under that old willow tree.
Close my eyes,
i won't see my face.
And,
i'll be at home...