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I feel like I can't breathe. -
RIP
Omer Rader Hale ( Read more... ) -
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No matter how much I accomplish in school
or how far I get away from home
or write,
or draw,
or paint,
or create,
or how many piercings I get,
how many beers or shots I drink, or cigarettes I smoke,
I still find myself driving at high speeds at ungodly hours of the night
And screaming my fucken head off until I lose my voice.
And I have no idea why -
I still owe you a penny.
When I met you, you were nervous, but tried not to be, I think. You dropped your cup at my work, and I thought you had given me the wrong number after I sat with you while you ate. You were the first person that I told flat out that random names thrown about didn't impress me ( Read more... ) -
um
Cut me a fucken break ( Read more... ) -
You
fucked me up. And I've been through enough things that have been equally fucked up to know when something has actually gotten to me ( Read more... ) -
... Fah.
Running out of reasons to go back to Newark [I had some? Well yes, I still have friends there ... and my dog ( Read more... )
