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:: Long weekend, bitch. ::
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY WEEKEND OMFG LOOK AT THE TIME SLOWLY SLIPPING AWAY ! Sigh. You know for some strange reason i always find myself talking to you at least once every weekend when i'm out. There's still something i remember about your smile. ...and your very hearty laugh. Heh i really miss bumping into you like i used to all the time. Well there's always Christmas eh ? _ spoken. at 6:34 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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