what the fuck.
Date: Feb 12th, 2005 4:46:46 am - Subscribe
Mood: dead
::we were good, playin' hard,rollin' down the boulevard::liquor drinks, between the bars::making out,back of cars::: And holding out for something
i dont want to be who i was..
i dont want to go back to what i was doing.
its bad.
it hurts who i love.
but my heart is achy for no good reason.
and its the only way i know.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
fuck.
i cant stop myself..
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