Wednesday 24 March 2010

Get out of my fucking life.


I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.


ripped apart in minutes what was built in seven years
the ink scarred on your back may as well of disappeared
for as long as I remember, you sold everything you owned
but now you sold our friendship, you're on your fucking own.
-Sleep with one eye open , BMTH



Best friends means forever, cunt .


xoxo
Hannah Artaud

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