WE LOVE THE USED |
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THE USED |
maybe memories the taste of ink bulimic say days ago poetic tragedy buried myself alive a box full of sharop objects blue and yellow greener with the scenery noise & kisses on my own pieces mended |
SAY DAYS AGO i still remember a year ago the times we spent i think that i'm happier now up from the down by all means it's strange cause i feel the same way i think of what it looks like i think of what it tastes like same strange said it's strange cause i feel the same makes me ill still remember what it taste like what it felt like |