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Sarah S Redemption

graffiti tattooed on the walls of my mind, I'm thinking about the better days, when we fit together in every way, but these days it seems that feeling's

It's come to be that time of year when the leaves have fallen and the trees are bare, and your lungs begin to breathe in cold air. Now, you sit idle

We went over to Purchase, to party like we used to, and relive our days of recklessness with grace. We stumbled 'round from dorm to dorm, finding a crowd

t take any more of this, I don't have enough fingers to count the scars that line your wrists. It's time to heal, it's time for hope, it's time to wake

our conscience requires. that's what you get when you preach to the choir. When the smoke gets thick, you're quick to rick your constituents. It's like

paralyze me here, under the guided light of the stars, blinking like tiny fireflies. I know this isn't love, but it sounds better than spending the night alone. It's