underneath your clothes
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Runaway.
Runaway.
Money, i hate you and you made me so digusted. yet, i need you so much more than anything else now.
say bye to pursues and dreams.
hahs, how long can you bear? how far can i go?
what else can i do? how long can they hold?
hang on everyone, 3 more years to go ...
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