I wish you weren't saturated in every damn thing I see, smell, hear and think about. I wish you didn't saturate my every memory.
And you, you don't know what to say because there are no right words.
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- Angela's Ashes: A Memoir of a Childhood, Frank McCourt
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2 comments:
saturatation from drugs?
be good now, stay away from needles k?
Needles aren't my style.
'Sides, there's more than one kind of drug...
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