Sometimes it just about glimmers through, but hey, you can read and imagine the same as anyone. Anything I don't say with the words can be imagined if you just let yourself go and lose yourself in the thoughts.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
You’re not cool because you smoke. I’ve lost so much respect for you. You don’t think it’s bad, but you’re blind. I’m not saying this to talk bad about you, I’m saying this because I love you.
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