Jun 12, 2006 17:13
Seems I've landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass
I can't stop the insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
Please don't ask me just what I think, trust me,
you don't want to know.
Please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
'cause I can't.
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♥ sable danielle
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&&I hope thing get better for
you and yo know which they always do
so w/e haha I LOVE YOU GORGEOUS!
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