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[liquor_forblood]

You were right, i packed the baggage under my eyes.

Theres an image.

The good old days are never coming back.

and who cares if my bed is tiny and never the right temperature.

This is a phase, this is the rut before what ive been killing myself for.

isnt it?

When we were kids all we thought about was growing up.

When we grow, all we see is what we

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[anonymous]

I love the way you write...and other than that i just think your an amazing and talented person.

[liquor_forblood]

i dont know who you are.

[anaspenautumn]

Thats cause i wasnt logged in. oops!....now you do!