Monday, December 20, 2010

Crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide and you loved things just because like the sick and the dying and sometimes when you're on you're really fucking on and your friends they sing along and they love you but the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap and it teases you for weeks in its absence but you'll fight and you'll make it through.

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