"If these walls had words I'd fear the things they'd say when I'm not around, Crashing image, painting me failure, Because I've sold myself a slave, a slave to a cause that holds no end. And still I am nothing short of being broken-hearted, Thieving wings from innocence departed, Locking eyes with hopes I just can't kill, Staring at shoes that I
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love sincerely: alexxx
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But yea, I'll give you a call sometime this weekend.
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Call me about going to Inkwell this weekend if you're still interested in going.
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