Saturday, August 15, 2009
The Killing of Yourself
You were my friend and I had the best times of my life with you. But these days, all this, all the stars you reached for, all the things you ached for, you've got them and you don't even know it. And all your fulfilled dreams have made you do, is try and rip everything else to pieces. Your hopes dipped in bitterness. That's why I hate it.
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