Feb 04, 2009 16:53
& she said;
"I think we're running out of alcohol tonight,
I hate this fucking town
And all my best friends will be the death of me
but they will never remember, remember
So please take me far away
Before I melt into the ground
And all my words get used against me"
goodbye, old livejournal.
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I promise, one day you'll want the memories.
If for no other reason that to tell yourself that your troubles had only just begun...
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i'll add you.
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