ffffffffff every time i start to actually feel good about me why does it just i don't get it. and then i'll be all high in an hour or less but damn it why does it just happen.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
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About Me
- TrebleRebel
- May I have your attention? Manage me, I'm a mess that could sell and spread like the rumour on everyone's lips. I guess that's what I get for just having me, you, and my medication that one night. And I'll always pick my friends over you now, but if you cry your eyes out I might give some sympathy, even if I'm numb. Lying is the most fun I can have since I'm a lady. I prefer to run, not walk, and there's tear stains on my guitar. My paper heart is too beautiful for you, skater boy. But I'll always be your secret valentine, even if you're a patron saint of liars and fakes, forever on a holiday. (Catch all the references?)
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