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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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  • Miss you by Blink 182
    ...written on 2004-02-07, @ 11:16 p.m.


    Miss you, miss you...
    Hello There
    The Angel from my nightmare
    The shadow in the background of the morgue
    The unsuspecting victim
    Of darkness in the valley
    We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
    Where you can always find me
    And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
    And in the night we'll wish this never ends
    We'll wish this never ends

    Miss you, miss you...
    Miss you, miss you...

    Where are you?
    And I'm so sorry
    I can not sleep
    I cannot dream tonight
    I need somebody and always
    This sick strange darkness
    Comes creeping on so haunting everytime
    And as I stare I counted
    The Webs from all the spiders
    Catching things and eating their insides
    Like indecisions to call you
    And hear your voice of treason
    Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
    Stop this pain tonight

    Don't waste your time on me
    You're already the voice inside my head
    Miss you, miss you...

    Don't waste your time on me
    You're already the voice inside my head
    Chorus again X 4)

    Miss you, miss you...

    Miss you, miss you...
    Miss you, miss you...
    Miss you, miss you...
    Miss you, miss you...

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