Wednesday, January 20, 2010

On his knees again, he's trying to understand...

Paul.
Partner.
Penthouse.
Puppy.
Perfect.
It's gone.
I can't live here anymore.
Somedays I wish I wasn't the fixer. That someone would try and help me. I know because I'm the same. I don't think that occurred to you.
Oh life, is waiting for you
And it's all fucked up but we'll survive
Everyone best friend, but it's always one sided.
Jessica

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