Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Elevator Love Letter

There is none to be trusted, 
                none to be a pillar, 
               none to be a lover, 
                none to be a giver. 

I miss you. I mean it. Please come back, soon.
As much as I don't want to admit it to, I guess we will always be over.
It melted, undoubtedly. 

Fuck school;in need of a long break-preferably away from everybody.
And to think that I actually prayed last night. 

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