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I remember telling you not to take your mothers shit time and time again. And then you ran away. Maybe it WAS my fault ... hmm.
Lunch in eigth grade - chips and saving those little things on the back that we never sent in.
Sleeping in your bed.
New Years. New Years. New Years.
Coffee always comes to mind. As well as passsion and support.
I dunno ... not enough time. I can't just CALL UP memories!
Lunch in eigth grade - chips and saving those little things on the back that we never sent in.
Sleeping in your bed.
New Years. New Years. New Years.
Coffee always comes to mind. As well as passsion and support.
I dunno ... not enough time. I can't just CALL UP memories!