Everything seems to be more complicated then in really needs to be. Part of me really wants to run away from it. But that makes me a pansy. I don't want to be a pansy, okay.
Friday, April 29, 2011
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Everything seems to be more complicated then in really needs to be. Part of me really wants to run away from it. But that makes me a pansy. I don't want to be a pansy, okay.
Posted by Hairica at Friday, April 29, 2011 1 comments
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