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Everying Is Beautiful in Slow Motion.

991.4 miles away but she still kept me going, the reason i would get up in the morning the reason i did mope around all day. talking to her made me feel like there was more to my pitiful existance than just being the moron who is quietly screwing up his life, whos demise is slowly adding up until the day it sinks all hopes and whats left of this spirit.

We don't talk much anymore, need i say more?


Posted on 03/11/2007 9:48 PM Visits: 13
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