Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...
Monday, September 10, 2007
Pictures Of You.
Twenty-Four days. If I turn out the light and call it a night now, I can cheat and say twenty-three days. I like the sounds of that slightly better.
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