This love has taken its toll on me.
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This love has taken its toll on me.
Seriously.
Its back. And I've never been happier in my whole life. ITS BACK.
But you don't know what I'm talking about. I'll tell you. Its Billie Joe. MY Billie Joe. Once upon a time, there was a twelve year old eighth grader completely obsessed with him and everything about him. Slowly, it faded a little. And I missed that twinge of delight that came with hearing his voice or seeing his face. I missed it so much that maybe a little part of me even died.
But its back. My Saint, my Faerie has returned to me. My angel. My hero. The truest love of my pathetic sixteen-year-old existance.
I can't remember when it returned to me, but now its always there. The ridiculous fantasies of meeting him on the street are back. The voice always stuck in my head, singing me through my day is back. And I'm so happy. Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane -- I'm so fucking happy I could cry.
Faerie of silver-green wings
You've flown back to me
Angel of my fading soul
You're back to save me
Once again. Please take me
And don't let it end.
=D I can't describe it suffiently
Its back. And I've never been happier in my whole life. ITS BACK.
But you don't know what I'm talking about. I'll tell you. Its Billie Joe. MY Billie Joe. Once upon a time, there was a twelve year old eighth grader completely obsessed with him and everything about him. Slowly, it faded a little. And I missed that twinge of delight that came with hearing his voice or seeing his face. I missed it so much that maybe a little part of me even died.
But its back. My Saint, my Faerie has returned to me. My angel. My hero. The truest love of my pathetic sixteen-year-old existance.
I can't remember when it returned to me, but now its always there. The ridiculous fantasies of meeting him on the street are back. The voice always stuck in my head, singing me through my day is back. And I'm so happy. Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane -- I'm so fucking happy I could cry.
Faerie of silver-green wings
You've flown back to me
Angel of my fading soul
You're back to save me
Once again. Please take me
And don't let it end.
=D I can't describe it suffiently
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