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CHRISTINE

IS

BLESSED WITH GOOD FRIENDS


:D

&BONJOUR!
BABY, ITS A LOVE-HATE AFFAIR,
(AND YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND). (:

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&LA FEMME!
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I'll hang from your lips instead of the gallows 
of heartache that hang from above


Y
Christine Danielle Teo
RED
SHOOTER
o5september91
Eighteen
Catholic Junior College

TINEme-@hotmail.com



&BAVARDAGES!

I want your flowers like babies want God’s love.




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may my body never touch the ground
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
11:39 PM
What I want:



Salsa!.. AND THAT!

Seriously. I will, after A's! (:
That's what I want.

& we will dance the night away..
in time to come.


What Do You Know About Love?
Except that you kill
The deeper you cut it
The more it will spill
You flood her with water
When she shows her flame
And you expect her to get up
And feel the same

What Do You Know About Love?
Except that you don't

She gets herself ready
When she will I won't
You drive her away
And you crash to your knees
She seems happier without me
She seems happier without me

Christine
11:39 PM