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I stick the "Hello my name is Not-good-enough-for-you- to-remember" on mirror images wishing for stablity to return today. What wishful hope I wish I could hold. I walk, I drive my infomercials of crisis to your TV's. Maybe after shock you'd take off your plastic, painted iron fist and let peace step in. One day this life will be worth living
Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 09:32am · 0 Comments |