ectomorphing endomorphs burn paper for warmth in asylum beds while wondering where their mothers are
no one to help you now
the white walls scream
not like there ever was
7.19.2005
sigh
i haven't felt this way in a long time. baby, you have been a shining light in my life- i won't ever take you for granted. whatever happens, don't forget me, don't forget what we've done. i love you.
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