From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I miss you.
And the fears of growing up are starting too dawn on me.
They follow me around.
Like the ghost of who you used to be.
I miss you, your guidance and help.
I miss you I miss you I miss you..
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