Apr 29, 2006 11:39
Whenever I look at your past, I just want to fucking slice your face off. I couldn't stand who you were, how could I have lived then ? Acceptance, tolerance, conviction, patience, everything, tears, lots, my head must weigh less from all the saline gone.
Strange, because I do feel light-headed.
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