I've run away again, I've stomped all over someone. It's a bad habit at this point in time. They want(ed) me back. Want me to face my fears and solve my problems and be happy. Heh, be happy. Something I can fake very well, but rarely ever am. I have dreams, I'm killing in most of them, screwing in others. Always situations that have very little
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