Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Trashly
His scent kept me
Jumping up and down
Like a sick dog.
I was a ruined girl
Looking for a shoulder
To shed some tears upon;
And now I'm more ruined than before.
12-1-09
Jumping up and down
Like a sick dog.
I was a ruined girl
Looking for a shoulder
To shed some tears upon;
And now I'm more ruined than before.
12-1-09
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