don't even think about reaching me I won't be home don't even think about stopping by don't think of me at all I did what I had to do if there was a reason it was you, don't even think about getting inside voices inside my head, oh man, I got scratches all over my arms, one for each day since I fell... Sign in to see full entry.
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