My Pain. My Words.

Nov 05, 2006 00:04


“Conclusion: fetch that fucking frisbee. You’re not getting out of here alive… no one does,” he whispered in an unusually low tone.

“We’ve made it this far, I’m not giving up now,” replied the other boy.

“I’ve had it. I’ve heard all my friends complain, thus getting them nowhere. I’ve heard myself complain, thus getting me nowhere. I’m going ( Read more... )

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watch_me_try November 5 2006, 05:12:34 UTC
very inspiring =]

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