Friday, June 19, 2009
 | No mountains to climb so I feel plain. I am sorry for doing it all wrong, right? My wants to make you see happy go sad. Not in control of what I do but I will stop. These are not written about you anyway. Maybe I will walk away from hurting you. Destroy the love we have for lack of more. What ever I did I didn't ever want all this. My stories are just that and only true in lie. Ends that always end in a new beginning. Not all that if you look at all that I really am. |
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