Please help me.
Tell me I'm not just being used.
I love her.


Memory LaneHave you ever wondered why they call Memory Lane it's name? I experienced it today. It's strange how a different path, or short-cut down a different road can lead you over your own footsteps. The world is always changing, so when you see a familar house, or pond, your own flood of memories pours through your mind. Even as I sit here, in the sunset of my home in the city, I gaze out our patio window, and think of the memories I have created. I wonder whether I would do it again, make the same decision I did, have the same friends. Make the same mistakes, or react the same way. I seem to remember the moMemory Lane
Jupiter
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*´¨.) Cintia
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(¸.´ (¸.´* Nigthmare
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Fuck you...
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Who cares anymore...
And umm...
what...?
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at night I dream of reasons that I can't let you go
but I don't know if it's time to crack through your walls so thick that I can't see past you
and last summer wasn't enough for me
and now that winter comes the cold beats harder
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Who cares anymore...
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