either you got longer legs.
or you got bigger lungs.
cause i know for a fact weve dont the same amount of drugs.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wilted Lullaby
strangulated from the bad though I had good times. a little school tucked in the woods shadowed by trees mountains freckled with chaparral. let it go she said "you'll be fine."
I choke on my words. a lot. I run out of things to say. frequently. I cant hold up a conversation. most of the time. I feel like a heavy burden. constantly. I dont know how to love you. all the time.
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