march 17th, 2004 / 11:27 p.m.

i'm left hoping for a hand to hold, when it's snowing outside and the air is so fucking cold. i was hoping you'd be the one to save me from the bottom. i was hoping for once i wouldn't be so alone. but the only hand you gave me, was the one with one finger extended. and a good bye note that said "fuck you"

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