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Living dead in America

Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

April 12, 2010

It works out

Seems like just a few days ago, you were all I lived for.
now it's like we're almost strangers.
. I really can't wait to see you, believe you,
,. see if we can still be us.
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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