novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- but do not lose your mass Let him go, even if he was the only one you've ever met that felt right. Everything surrounding him told you to keep away. Let him go. He doesn't need or want you. When will I have to stop telling myself these things? Sponge, I tell myself. Let this saturate. He. Thinks. You're. A. Whore. A toy. 1:26 pm - 09.28.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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