You've crossed my mind the past few weeks, something that's been so foreign in my thought process as of late. The holidays are approaching and memories of the good and old begin to flood the halls of my crowded mind; and I've become frustrated with you, what you've become, and you blaming me for all of it. Baby, it takes two to tango.
Look in the mirror for once: you're filthy.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
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