pages and pagesall about youit didn't seem real that timebut nowi don't know when you'll be gone1 week or 21 month or 21 year or nowit's so real so cl..
sometimessomething cruelbubbles up in my chestandsometimesi let itburst out of my lungsso I can knock the windout of your wimpy frameandsometimesi pus..
there was a time iwould bang into stuffwhen you flip your rye-colored bangsthere was a timemy heart would flutterwhen your sea-green eyeslooked up to ..