6.29.2006

(0133) sooner or later

failing to understand your present point of view. your voice is slowly fading away anyway. taste the sarcasm dripping from every word. because when the shit hits the fan, we won't help you clean it up. you have my name and number. you know where to find me. four years today. four years today. four years too late to say.

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