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you promised me starry night skies.

i'm weak.
completely fucking weak.

when there is no possiblity for second chances, it becomes habit to hold onto the first ones for everything they were ever worth. and just pray that in time they will only become memories instead of awful truths.
that's my story, and i'm sticking to it.

2:41 p.m. - 2006-01-30

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