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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Thursday, 2 August 2007
happy 150th blogpost

A friend of mine was doing something wrong - and I didn't stop her.
But yeah, she stopped.

Its great to have someone emo to. I love you Tas.

This blogpost has three plain emotions - regret, relief, and gratitude.

And on a sidenote. I realise that when I write emo stuff (much like my second previous post), I'm quite numb.














I'VE BECOME SO NUMB I CAN'T FEEL YOU THERE.

[anti-climax hah!]

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