This may never start. We could fall apart. And I'd be your memory. Lost your sense of fear. Feelings insincere. Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted. Just like I imagine. I could never feel this way. So get back, back, back to the disaster. My heart's beating faster. Holding on to feel the same.
some one commited in my journal and it wasnt like mean..but not like nice..any ways i dont care haha im not mad or any thing atleast people tell me when im a bitch..thats the only way to change
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