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.
segunda-feira, 20 de dezembro de 2010
we all have stories.
we all have scars.
and i'm sorry if i was not able to heal yours.
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