I'm in too deep. It happened too fast. I don't know what you want from me. You tell me one thing one day, hint at something else the next. I can't play the game anymore. I can't. I'm sorry.
Yours always,
Lor
About Me
- lor
- most days i just am. lor, a twenty year old dyke that digs poetry, red wing hockey, cheap coffee, late nights, good music, and beautiful women. i hate wasting my fucking time.
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