Saturday, January 1, 2011

thirst

no longer living, just a shell of what i've dreamed.
it's the fantasy...

please me with your promises and hurt me with your lies

there's crazy fuckin stab marks in the bed from where i grabbed a pair of scissors and smashed the bed

take back every word i said, have ever said to you.

we knew it'd happen eventually.

want this hat so badly haha.

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