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Strumming the guitar I keep writing down the year as if it means anything to me dear I don't feel connected, just another spirit lost gone is that turned leaf. And his mother still faces him in his wildest nightmares and keeps him home, and his mother cries tears and whiskeys down her pain. She can't do this on her own but she's holding on; for the sake of them both. It makes him happy to know that he was actually a part of the family before he left and I can't speak for him but i sure know when someone loses their mind again better keep it on the down-low, because nobody wants to go to detoxification home, no. So, I won't report and he sings with me, and he lives with me and he loves me indeed. He just can't see about me, can not even breathe... and you can't even see. Our ideas linger together, and it makes us both in company just like it should be.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
strumming your blonde hair, strumming the guitar
Strumming the guitar I keep writing down the year as if it means anything to me dear I don't feel connected, just another spirit lost gone is that turned leaf. And his mother still faces him in his wildest nightmares and keeps him home, and his mother cries tears and whiskeys down her pain. She can't do this on her own but she's holding on; for the sake of them both. It makes him happy to know that he was actually a part of the family before he left and I can't speak for him but i sure know when someone loses their mind again better keep it on the down-low, because nobody wants to go to detoxification home, no. So, I won't report and he sings with me, and he lives with me and he loves me indeed. He just can't see about me, can not even breathe... and you can't even see. Our ideas linger together, and it makes us both in company just like it should be.
i'm sorry
kenna-marie
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
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