A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

I'm leaving. Farewell my friend, take the goodbye kisses from me. Remember me, the one in your happiest memory. Get rid the saddest memory that you had with me. I don't have to apologize, because we are surrounded by the cruel people. You get hurt, thats fine. Just get up, and gather back the strength. Goodbye.

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