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Re: Dirty Little Secrets. -
March 3rd 2009, 06:11 AM
I miss the girl I used to be: strong and optimistic, who had dreams she believed she could reach. But she's gone and now whenever I look in the mirror, I want nothing more than to disappear.
I wish I could go back in time and change everything, fix everything.
Yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers
But everything that lives is born to die
And so I say to you that nothing really matters
And all you do is stand and cry.
Music is life. Start living.
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