Aug 15, 2004 17:02
Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match,
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
A silence I can't ignore,
Like the hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty,
don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me,
I guess that is how it's going to be
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p.s how gross was that FAT girl? ewwwwwwwww lol
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but its maxwelle, we met at chloe's a while back
add me?
<3
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kidnap me and take me to agouraaaaaa
i sware these days you're one of the few people i know that arent fake.
ahhh.
lolo
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