Sometimes I wish I was five again so I could just run into my mom’s arms and she would tell me that it’s going to be okay, and it actually would be…
Jordan Lackey
I've become A simple souvenir of someone's kill. And like the sea I'm constantly changing from calm to ill. Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole oh, how I'm breaking down
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Sometimes I wish I was five again so I could just run into my mom’s arms and she would tell me that it’s going to be okay, and it actually would be…
yep
what a terrible, awful, awful day. And now I have to go back to a freaking dorm room.
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