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i swear i'm done

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paperheartsyndrome

Published: Jan 19, 2011

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i am yours out of
habit but habits can be
easily broken

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hi my name is steph and i like to write silly little haiku-like things and pretend i'm clever (:

also. i apologize for the recent...whole lot of writing.
i've been saving things up for awhile now. so lots of words.
i'm sure it'll die down soon.
or i'll write a novel (: