burning every bridge that i cross to find somewhere beautiful to get lost.
Friday, April 15, 2011
i hope you know, that this has nothing to do with you. it's personal, me myself and i. we've got some straightening out to do. i'm going to miss you like a child misses their blanket, but i've got to move on with my life. don't cry, don't cry.
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