Seeping
at the end.
I'm inbetween places
and drunk and just sad.
But I wouldn't be letting you in
if I wasn't the least bit
happy, too.
And I am.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Seeping
at the end.
I'm inbetween places
and drunk and just sad.
But I wouldn't be letting you in
if I wasn't the least bit
happy, too.
And I am.
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