I will pack up all my things and leave for the coast.
It is cold in my mind and I am
old and used and I realize I'm not wanted.
The newer things in life replace, as does each and every day, and all the things I've grown to love are a six sided pair of dice, both
snake
eyes.
Out of all the things we did,
I miss laughing
with you
the
most.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
I will pack up all my things and leave for the coast.
It is cold in my mind and I am
old and used and I realize I'm not wanted.
The newer things in life replace, as does each and every day, and all the things I've grown to love are a six sided pair of dice, both
snake
eyes.
Out of all the things we did,
I miss laughing
with you
the
most.
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