burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
i hate how you don't let me make my own mistakes. i hate how i feel like i can't talk to you about
anything.
i'm sorry, but you can't protect me for the rest of my life. i may be young, but this is
my
life.
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