Long sleeves
by krystal Dec 29, 2004
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They call her 4 dinner she makes up a reason she looks at her arms and rolls down her sleeves her mother is starting 2 c through her lies and last night her father had tears in his eyes and they rise in the morning and sleep in the dark and even tho no buddy is looking shes falling apart |
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19 years ago
by krystal
yeah my friends and family wounder y i always were them but im so used 2 it whenever i take a sweatshirt off it feels like im an icecube or like im naked ya no
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19 years ago
by krystal
well yesh i have gone threw that 4 the past few years its rough but i learned 2 hide it
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19 years ago
beautifully written, i can relate, it's a rough thing to go through, not sure if you or your friends are, but, peace, take care.
emma x
