this heart gets stronger, this skin gets thicker, this mouth gets louder
Sunday, 11 January 2009
get out
You said you didn't want to become a memory. But I think it's time.
I found someone else but it didn't work. This time there's no one else, only my own self-preservation. If I don't get over you I'll loose my fucking mind.
So I'll try to hold on to this anger. I'll try to hold on to my pride. It's time.
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