Sunday, November 9, 2008

It's

this town. It makes people sick. It makes me sick. I want to leave. I want to be somewhere else. I want to be with you. I want you to hold me. I want you to tell me it's going to be okay. Make one promise to me that you can keep. One promise that means something to both of us. Please?
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