12 December 2008
Solitude brought out the worst in me. It gave me time to brood over the nature of things. I wondered how some people could be such a necessary part of one's life one day, and simply vanish the next. I
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open, That fixes all of life's mistakes I wanna be the house that you were raised in The only place that you feel safe
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