It never refrains, but it pours.
THERE IS NO TRAGEDY WORTH MENTIONING, IT'S JUST THE NORMALITY OF HOW FUCKING OBVIOUS EVERYTHING IS.
5.10.09
it's all blackened out.
And your kisses at night are replaced with tears, when your dreams are on a train to trainwreck town, then I ask you now: what's a girl to do?
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