counting the calender
2008-11-23 | 8:08 p.m.
my lies are hanging on for dear life your eyes are something i can not evade despite that love i have which i can not reciprocate thus hearts and faces one day shall surely break a knife for an eye for a tooth rolling like thunder through my insides churning painfully toward my bleeding heart thats bursting at the quick stitched seams.
work on your management skills
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