.....picking dandelions in the field we played in as little kids...

Mar 01, 2005 20:42

this distance, this dissolution, i cling to memories, while falling, sleep brings release and the hope of a new day waking the misery of being without you

&*&%@#$%&*!@#$%^**983090293490877709*)(*(#*098q02348jsldinfghhhhhahhhhhhhhhh
you know? ouch. fuck. im fine. FUCKING. yup
tyler is coming over tomorrow. im excited.
but you.
suck.
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