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I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place ( Read more... )
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you know, several years ago, all rebecca and i did when we were sad was go get root beer floats........ behold the power of ice cream... we'd get all philosophical and just feel better...
would you like to join me?
4515764.......hit me up
*muah* amberger
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