March 2012
Maybe there’s a God above but all I’ve ever learned from love was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. And it’s not a cry that you hear at night, it’s not somebody who’s seen the light, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.
February 2012
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Listen, just suck it up, stop complaining, and do what chu gotta do!
Thaz it.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
