When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her That's when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did.
you stayed when anyone else would've bailed.
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He just shit on your whole life, bitch.

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welcome to what might really become a wednesday tradition for me.  how many people read or how many notes i get, i care not, i just like putting thoughts down on paper.  so, now, without further ado…

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wednesday is such a letdown D:
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can we just…? with the dialogue? can we? the more gemma is forced to lie to people’s faces, the more uncomfortable she becomes, the more i cackle with pure glee.

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Where does it end?

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