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Teenage Angst.I’m sorry.

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I’m sorry for the other night. Remember? You picked me up from a gutter at three in the morning. I could barely stand, and all my words were slurred. I yelled as you lifted me into the car, I clawed for my friends. You were patient and calm, even though I’d drank more than you ever have.

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I guess that when I planned this, I wasn’t the same person. I was selfish and didn’t want to lose my forever, I didn’t want it broken, torn, and

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Black and White.by ~guitar-rock-star

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~Think-Beyond-sight Jul 28, 2009 Photographer

wow! great photo! i love the contrast and the way you captured the light. well done and thanks for posting!

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~Link-da-Link Dec 17, 2008

Thanks for the fave, and great perspective in this pic!

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~guitar-rock-star Dec 18, 2008 Photographer

you're welcome, and thank you!

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!Alindur Nov 30, 2008

Nice

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~guitar-rock-star Dec 1, 2008 Photographer

Thanks!

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!Alindur Dec 1, 2008

Np

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!so-radio-active Nov 26, 2008

wow, its so beautiful!

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ing you!!

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~guitar-rock-star Nov 26, 2008 Photographer

Thank you!!!

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