right now's., by gunfight. |
this everything this makes me sick the thought of his filthy touch on your new skin if you cleaned up you'd know you're better than this so drag yourself out of bed before he sticks to your sheets and throw out those bottles and the pills you would eat do you remember when we were safe? i was yours and you were my escape |
Posted: 2007-05-31 00:26:30 UTC |
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