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me & shawn passed out on the floor from drinking heavily.
hahahahaha!! i love it.
my drunk ass, from early this morning:
CHEERS!
tomorrow = tattoo.
fuck.
"squealing tires mock the cries comming from a back room in a funeral home.
i cover my eyes while tears run out trying to wash away this guilt,
it was all my fault.
the glares from the eyes of loved ones turn my theorys into facts.
what was i thinking?
the last memories of life that you have are screams and flames,
your friends around you dead and the nurses with their smiles
that spell out some sort of false hope.
"you're going to be okay."
when you can't even trust the doctors and nurses
who are holding your life in their hands, you know the outcome is uncertain,
and often fatal.
and we'll never forget your smile."
©melissa free 2004