The ruins fall

Listening to: Staind
Feeling: annoyed
all secrets are out... there is no 'real' tomorrow. ::scene fades:: no explanation needed Now that I can’t exchange actions for words Now that I found these inside fears the worst Now that I know there’s no place left to hide Can I become all I thought I might
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I want to make you muffins and then scones for tomorrow and after that, perhaps some butter biscuits.
[Anonymous]
that was andrea by the way:
[Anonymous]