sábado, 2 de junho de 2012

Even if you have a cold still

Down the roller coaster. 
I hate this fase. 
I knew I was getting into this shit last week.  In class. 
When out of fucking nowhere I got that terrible old feeling of  hopelessness.
My hand started writing (like it had a mind of its own) on my note book:

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