Dec 05, 2004 20:24
I want to go to Antioch, and eat at Schooners.
Music... the right song can wrap you around in its lyrics and keep you warm. Kissing every scar.
My falling music. Just always falling. I'm okay with that.
These wings are broken.
I know I'll never hit the bottom though.
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Just call me& let me know when
I miss you <3
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