dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Wednesday, 18 April 2007
that no one knows

Yes, this is patricia's old blogskin.

Its 6.50am in the morning. I should be in school. Everything is screwed up, actually, and I really have no passion to return.

If only, if only.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light