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Jun 02, 2006 01:21

I don't know how to fix these kind of things. I don't know anyone's number. I just want to be 18 and smoke a lot. I want it to be Sunday, and last summer all at once. All these people I came to care so much about are gone, and I dunno when it happened. Maybe I do...




I used to be a lot happier.

friends, summer, happiness

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