who are you?
i am nameless. classless. i live in the action of death.
the struggle. the blood cry. the penetrating wound.
i am alone
now, who are you?in this day and age, we are judged rather for what we wear, than who we are. and there you have it. the secret to our generation is: we have no secret. we have no greater meaning. the only thing
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I MISS LOUNGING AROUND WITH YOU AT BULLSHIT -- UM BULLDOG BREAK.
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its me Renee,
the girl u hate sooo much!
add me, i added u!
love ya bitch
♥ Renee
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