No matter how you stack me. No matter how you arrange me. No matter how you look at me. I am still here and I am still the same person made of the same things. I regret nothing.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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hey pretty girl, kinda looks like my kitchen!!! LOL. I wouldn't rearrange you, think you are gorgeous just the way you are!! Love you. Me xxx
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