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| Current music: | something gay |
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we appeared in a white room your eyes looked all black and cold
you just didn't look like you were all there but sad
your once muscular body with sexy tatoos no more
just a scrawny sickly boy
i wanted to reach out and touch your arm where the flame tatoo was
but found i couldn't move
tears filled my eyes
and then i woke up
this is a fuckin sad dream that scairs me for this person to pop into my life out of no where into my dream must mean something I wish Andy didn't do drugs why does eveybody around me do that but yet it doent't faze me
i never needed to do it and never see myself doing it. Andy is my boy i miss him. i see others around me too getting all sickly due to one drug. I didn't know crack was so pop around here. I told chris if he ever does it i will leave him. if you were in my shoes and saw what i saw though my life and experience you would be scaird too. sigh.......... It's not my life though.
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