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Girl On Queen Street


Monday, January 28, 2008
I can trust you, right?




`__ when all you wanna do sometimes, is run, away//


I feel nauseous.
Like watching 'Cloverfield'.
The sickening thought of how the very people around you may be the ones who deceive you; and all you're left with is swayed perspectives and tainted smiles.

I don't feel like coming to school tomorrow Mummy.




And at the end of the day, it is you who I run right back to.
I Love You, Boo.


Location: The Bedroom
Music: Dead Silence, for once.



10:17 PM