soft whispers., by raining smiles
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jerk your head back with the bottle of jack to your lips.
who the hell did he think he was to say those things to
you?
you're mind slips from reality slowly.
did he have no heart when he tore you inside out?
your eyes softly flutter from reality to dreams.
everytime you think of him, it makes you puke.
just watch the birds fly in the sky.
he never dared.
you cared. |
Posted: 2010-10-13 01:19:00 UTC |
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