30 October 2008

I couldn't wait to breathe your breath. I cut in line, I bled to death. I got to you, there was nothing left. What's the meanest you can be to the one you claim to love and still smile to your new found friends? In the same confusing breath, you pull away and draw me in. I wanted you. You wanted more. I built this life and now it's mine.


Funny how high school never seems to end. The same songs are there for the same situations.

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