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Sep 22, 2007 03:58

for every time i wished i was 15,
for every time i wished i was dead.

for every time i wished i was anywhere else, sitting by myself listening to the replacements and singing along, singing myself to sleep,  crying without knowing why, listening to anything else.

i'm sorry.

there are things i wish i could talk about to anyone, things i could sit next to you with and know you'd understand.
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