This place is so empty,
My thoughts are so tempting,
I don’t know how it got so bad.
Sometimes it’s so crazy,
that nothing could save me,
But it’s the only thing that I have.
i hope the scarlet letter burns right through your chest.
drive yourself home,
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
get over him. ive seen more spine in jellyfish.
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