NATARYCLYREHS
Put down your guard. Disarm. Disarm
Friday, 6 June 2008
"I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be..."
Irony of Dying on Your Birthday - Senses Fail
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