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She will never chase me down the street again...
But then again it was a really long street.. and im sure her feet hurt..
and so castles made of sand, melt into the sea
eventually..
impermenance, the only reoccuring theme in my 18 years of life.
you can hold on to something forever, but odds are your arms were way too tired to keep holding on, a long time ago, and youve just been damaging yourself ever since..
I hate myself and i love those who destroy me.
But then again it was a really long street.. and im sure her feet hurt..
and so castles made of sand, melt into the sea
eventually..
impermenance, the only reoccuring theme in my 18 years of life.
you can hold on to something forever, but odds are your arms were way too tired to keep holding on, a long time ago, and youve just been damaging yourself ever since..
I hate myself and i love those who destroy me.