January 2011
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December 2010
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Listen
xxxviii-:
when I put my arms around you I mean it.
You know what you are to me.
Don’t make me say it, over and over and over and over and over and over again.
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Why don't you make the great things you see?...
My inability to create said things. I have these ideas in my head, and my hand cannot produce them. And music comes in parts not full songs, it’s discouraging.
Ask me anything
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