gonejustlikebefore

if i had the effort to go with the ever increasing time on my hands, i would write a story. i'd write a story about two girls. both who lived by different sides of the same coin. both who had their hearts broken. both living for the same thing... or person. if i had the effort to go with my ever increasing time, i would write a story. i'd write a story about two girls who knew the pain and pleasures of crying themselves to sleep. of two girls who would trade their whole lives for one second of pure extacy. of two girls who really do know the true meaning of the word heartbreak and all the shitty little filling words inbetween. if i