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Heir To Misfortune.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
You keep calling and I keep hitting silence.
So tonight I'll light that cigarette and pretend to forget I ever loved you.
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January 26, 2008 at 6:46 PM
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...she just counts sheep.
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am I just a sad song with nothing to say?
Strike three, you're out.
Can you keep a secret?
You keep calling and I keep hitting silence.
yes, of course I'm perfectly content.
Lovely souls on chopping blocks.
"That thing in your chest isn't beating, it's coun...
Lives are snatched up like quarters on a sidewalk.
I'm in the mindset of murder.
Fingertips on busted lips.
Smiles are great.
Don't deny it when you're face to face with demons.
Love don't mean a thing.
Drop another heart.
Where sleeplessness is rest from nightmares.
I love you in a weird kinda way. It's enough to wa...
Watch you spin.
That's what you get.
ch-ch-ch-check it out!
You just think you know me.
Bethy
I'm Bethy. I write a lot, and most of it makes no sense. Bare with me though, you might get into it.
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