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HIS LATEST FLAME/FUGITIVE
Feel like a fugitive in my own life, kind of use to it and enjoy it. Filling the gap where your life and love should be. Do you know how fucking alone I am now? That doesn't matter. My views go to ink, captured in my poems. What will you think when you read it?
I know you exist, somewhere. If you didn't, I'd be totally alone.
Like now.
What if you d...
Feel like a fugitive in my own life, kind of use to it and enjoy it. Filling the gap where your life and love should be. Do you know how fucking alone I am now? That doesn't matter. My views go to ink, captured in my poems. What will you think when you read it?
I know you exist, somewhere. If you didn't, I'd be totally alone.
Like now.
What if you d...
Friday 16th December 2011 10:55 pm
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