"Seventeen only comes once in a lifetime-dont it just fly by wild and free? going anyway the wind blew...Seventeen living on crazy dreams, rock and roll and faded blue jeans..and standing on the edge of everything."
well its getting colder and youre getting distant and i just keep thinking that i never meant it to be like this you know what comes next, so do i you're begging for a way to gracefully bow out and say goodnight
i hate that i can't tell one person one thing without everybody finding out. i hate how fast rumors spread. i hate people who can't resist talking badly about other people. i hate assumptions. i hate fighting more than anything else
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