//sometimes at night i dream about you, you and you.
and i'm so fucking glad you're not there when i wake up.
//sometimes i don't say anything because i'm afraid you might think i've been to sheltered my entire life to know what strife or hardship means.
//as much as i fucking hate your guts god and say you don't exist, i secretly hope you do.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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