each new day has hope
each new hour brings me a step closer to freedom
buried under these secrets
my only way out is denial
i see you thinking about it
i know you'll never do what you know you should
let's be fair
this is our youth.
Labels: content, hope
1 Comments:
write about your meeting the woman in Boston you remember?? there is more to you then just this minute
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