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Minsan may Isang Finney

(1989-2005) Ang blog na ito ay tungkol as buhay ng isang batang nagngangalang Abraham Finney I. Santos. Isang nagkukunwaring tahimik na bata. Maraming mga walang kakwenta-kwentang bagay ang nangyayari sa kanyang buhay. katulad ng mga matutunghayan ninyo sa blog na ito. Ang kadalasang tema ng mga post sa blog na ito ay mga patama, patama sa mga gusto niyang patamaan. tamad ang may ari nitong blog na ito kaya wala kayong makikitang masyadong update dito. 

Saturday, December 17, 2005

4:15 PMminsan may isang finney -

IM down For what ever!

well.. this is a song of dashboard confessional.... I can relate to this shit so much... especially now..


I'm missing your bad, I never sleep Avoiding the thoughts that we'd have to speak & this bottle of beast is taking me home.I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets .You're not alone & you're not discreet.You make sure I know, who's taking you home.I'm reading your note over again.There is not a word that I comprehend,except when you signed it "I will love you always & forever"


As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,and sit alone and wonder,how you're making out,but as for me I wish that I was anywherewith anyone making out

I'm missing your laugh, how did it break?And when did your eyes begin to look fake?I hope you're as happy as your pretending.I'm missing your bad, I never sleep Avoiding the thoughts that we'd have to speak & this bottle of beast is taking me home.
I'm missing you bad, Your hair.It's everywhere.Screaming infidelities.Taking it's wear.


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