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Everyone's gotta hold on hope.
On Thursday, May. 25, 2006 at 9:02 p.m.

His appeal was escapism. He's no longer appealing but the escape is.

Days are too long when they're short and too short when they're long.

I want to scream. Come kiss me. Come touch me. Come fuck me. Just come and change something. Just come and change everything. someone. ANYONE.

I need the road and the radio. The only time I felt good today was when I let the blue sky wash over me and pretended all the "no's" were "maybe's."



hold me close like we both died
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