I have heard so many stories and I don't know which to believe, here, you can't look at me in the eye who else knows you but me. I don't care what I have heard your words don't mean a thing to me and you still won’t see me in the eyes you still are the better part of me. Wether or not I drown in... Sign in to see full entry.
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