You.

by Lizzie   Aug 15, 2006


Missing you is the thing i do most. i hate it in every way, because it seems like it'll never go away.

i really thought i was as lucky as a four-leaved clover, but you've only broke my heart over and over.

you said i was you princess but if feels as if im as special as a ragged old dress.

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