alone like i'm supposed to be. tonight, tomorrow and everyday. there's nothing here that you'll miss, i can guarantee you. this is a cloud of smoke trying to occupy space. what a fucking joke.
domingo, 12 de dezembro de 2010
Your day breaks, your mind aches, You find that all her words of kindness linger on, When she no longer needs you.
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