Sunday, February 01, 2009
IcantcomeupwithawordtodescribethisI dont know how much of this I can take sometimes. I dont like treading around cautiously, as if the ground below is made of delicate glass.
I wanna run.
I wanna run.
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posted by hiddenmcky at 1:23 AM
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