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part of me wishes i had died in september.
then i wouldnt be staring at the buisness card with scribles on it. "sam, call for anything 925-..."
fuck you.
anything turned into nothing real quick.
cause when i finally needed something you were too busy with friends. and i felt odd telling you how i felt when i knew you were having a good time at your place.
then i wouldnt be staring at the buisness card with scribles on it. "sam, call for anything 925-..."
fuck you.
anything turned into nothing real quick.
cause when i finally needed something you were too busy with friends. and i felt odd telling you how i felt when i knew you were having a good time at your place.