Jun 2014
I thought you made flowers grow in my lungs, but I finally realized that they are weeds.
So I smoke my cigarettes in hopes to **** all of those broken promises you put inside of me.
So I smoke my cigarettes in hopes to **** all of those broken promises you put inside of me.
She brings out the worst in me.
(Tampa, Florida)
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