

Never Eat Shredded WheatWe were in San Francisco and we needed to find Gerard.Never Eat Shredded Wheat
I started the search by scouting the buses. I shouted his name. When I got no reply, I called his cell phone again, only to leave another voice mail that said something along the lines of, "Where the fucking hell are you?"
I stomped off that bus and moved down the line to the next one. The door was open, and so I welcomed myself inside and called out his name. I discovered a sleeping Jimmy, but no Gerard.
By the time I had searched all of the unlocked buses, the sky was beginning to tint orange from the sunset. Well, I thought, if he wasn't in tho
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Love Me. Hate Me. Fear Me.
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Love Me. Hate Me. Fear Me.
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theres so much more to this broken heart than you realize
because when you really pay attetion or look into my eyes
you may see that this place i call home...is really just a disguise
a torn and broken heart is what i'm really trying to hide...
;D
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theres so much more to this broken heart than you realize
because when you really pay attetion or look into my eyes
you may see that this place i call home...is really just a disguise
a torn and broken heart is what i'm really trying to hide...
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Love Me. Hate Me. Fear Me.
--
theres so much more to this broken heart than you realize
because when you really pay attetion or look into my eyes
you may see that this place i call home...is really just a disguise
a torn and broken heart is what i'm really trying to hide...
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Love Me. Hate Me. Fear Me.
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Love Me. Hate Me. Fear Me.
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