Sep 21, 2006 14:21
ill just pray and pray and pray until my hands melt together and my throat turns to dust. im on my way there, please dont tell me shes on her way out. i dream of nothing but empty hospital beds. amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye, i'm thinking of what sarah said. that love is watching someone
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