Collect the head of those who look her way...

[8mm_and_3pieces]

It's that feeling again. Where your chest is so hollow your ribs could crack like paper mache. Your heart is in your stomach and nothing can make it lighter. Where thoughts wander back to that bottle of vodka in your desk drawer, promising to help you sink that heavy heart and raise the dead. It's the times when you're so detached you can literally

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[mickeyg]

I haven't talked to you in a bajillion years.

Did I ever give you that picture I drew you during the stone age?

I'm coming home this coming weekend, I hope I get to see you.

You should call me.