fighting to take flight, i'm going to get out of here, and you can watch the dust from my words fade and gather with the wind.
look at you in the rear view, won't get no goodbye from me.
oh how you think you hide it so well, i know everything.
you. disgust. me.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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