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I love him.
I love white.
I'm dainty and dirty; not a trace.
I party till dawn,
I shop till dusk.
That's coz...
I'm a girl.
And a beautiful one too.




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    • music
    7/21/2008
    It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen
    All dressed in white
    Going to the church that night
    She had his box of letters in the passenger seat
    Sixpence in a shoe, something barrowed, something blue
    And when the church doors opened up wide
    She put her veil down
    Trying to hide the tears
    Oh she just couldn't believe it
    She heard trumpets from the military band
    And the flowers that I never had
    Baby why'd you leave me
    Why'd you have to go?
    I was counting on forever, now I'll never know I can't even breathe
    It's like I'm looking from a distance
    Standing in the background
    Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
    This can't be happening to me
    This is just a dream
    The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray
    Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt
    Then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
    Then they handed her a folded up flag
    And she held on to all she had left of him
    Oh, and what could have been
    And then the guards rang one last shot
    And it felt like a bullet in her heart
    super sad~
    luckily singapore is peaceful
    *peace sign*