i've liked being up this late since my first real relationship. you know its like before i knew how to do it on purpose. i would do it and wish i could live like that now. i do and i need to break the cycle.
sex in the grass.summer air is thick. elena could be of love interest if i knew one.
the internet fails at the most unsuspecting adn crucial moments. through it all we still call a fall failure and liken rising to success. which one can only hope for. how many memoirs can you fit in a notebook. i guess it would depend on how big you write. how small you think.how much meaning behind them. each of them.
why die with the most when you live with the least. searching for me
im found home,i make each place that give me 10 minutes?...please
do you dream about me
at night?
any
at all ?
at all,like ever... like,every night
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