To be with out, is death, and this death is now my life.

May 29, 2005 23:59

At first I feared this, a place of hollow hopes, that all my dreams were your dreams too. But not as much now as they were then, people change, seasons change. I used to dream that the city held something to rekindel my heart, but I have been there, walked those cold streets. Drunk there and drunk here are both the same. Unless you count the ( Read more... )

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celebrateyouth June 1 2005, 00:42:20 UTC
i am your only listed friend.
thats awesome.

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Hunny, fallenforher June 3 2005, 17:49:54 UTC
The only one I would have. Promise

RyRy

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