i want to run.
run as fast as i can to a place where i won't feel. good or bad doesn't matter. getting close, getting fucked, getting here, it's all bad, don't try to tell me otherwise. choices? who said u had any. if only i can make you understand.
run with me.
Friday, 10 April 2009
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