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Emo Side Project The Jaded Diaries

everything you want is gone and all you needed for so long is me to hang around and be your only one the only thing you ever need i am the scab that

the perfect weather a perfect day so easily thrown away didn't mean too, didn't mean too make the mistakes we made the perfect life empty of sin there

our conversations lacking words minds clouded up you're usually not like this something must be up and you're twirling your hair not looking me in the

it's monday and i'm already worn out from last week and my heart break is still easily standing its ground but this week everythings changing i promise

this diarys run out of pages because on each and every line, i had written your name but i've crossed out, every single one. the pages are torn so is

two crayons sat upon a bed one was green the other red the sheets were blue to set the mood the silly crayons name was fred he told her that he was in

this diarys run out of pages because on each and every line, i had written your name but i've crossed out, every single one. the pages are torn so is