why do people have to go when you need them the most? when there is nothing left but pictures from a ghost. you trained me, were the perfect host
can you see that certain post from above, like him, a dove. i'm a living lovin' wreck
take my life if we get yours back
This morning on the bus i saw a girl who looked just like you but minus the magic and without the tragic
so many nights, so many nights in vain
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