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my saturday night will be filled with a pack of cigarettes all to myself...sitting outside....listening to music....pretending that you would rather be here with me...than out with your friends....(for the second night in a row).....
there's nothing that makes one feel more like shit when i've tried so hard to just sit and talk....get everything all out there in the open...and make everything ok...you choose to not be around.
...i'm about ready to give up on you..
there's nothing that makes one feel more like shit when i've tried so hard to just sit and talk....get everything all out there in the open...and make everything ok...you choose to not be around.
...i'm about ready to give up on you..