My mother And I are so much alike. and still, so different ( Read more... )

as long as you whisper ( Read more... )

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I've come to hate dreaming.
something I used to love so much.
when I first moved out of chickasha I was so mentally unhealthy.
I would sleep as much as I could to just dream.
escape.
most of my dreams were so real.
always in my old bed.
always waking up on the first day of spring.
I cried every time I woke up.
you see, I had my life planed out before I ( Read more... )

I hate that you're so weak ( Read more... )

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someone gets whats coming to them ( Read more... )

I kinda almost miss you ( Read more... )

And I'm the kinda person that will always slip your mind ( Read more... )

I hate sleeping in the dead quiet. Everytime I always think I hear things. I always end up freaking myself out. When my mind is left to itself its never a good thing.

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