The berry mashin', clubhouse huntin',
scooter ridin', clay diggin' days are over.
scooter ridin', clay diggin' days are over.
I must be me, I'm in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
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3 comments:
yes, thank you for being exactly who you are :)
This made me cry!
Thank you for your sense of humor, your endless random questions, and your lovely (and sometimes disturbing) imagination.
I don't care what the yearbook says, we are best friends forever!
oh my guhoodness, i love that picture of ellen! she looks like. like. like an angel :)
taken with ze kneecon si? (you say knee, i say nigh, and my uncles in the land of eng say nick)
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