Life
People mistake my mainstream depression for a sunny disposition. I am not good enough to be seen with myself. The girl of my dreams is everywhere and nowhere close. I'm in love. Love will kill me. I am the architect of my own demise. Stop me
Copyright © Adam Buys | Year Posted 2011
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