Days. Waves. Wolfes and me. Up and down. And I'm getting old. Words. Feelings. The dreams what I see every nigth and you always so high as frakking towelie in SP. I was wondering how can you find yourself so deeply but finally I got it you just smoking all the time. ;) But I don't mind. I keep in in my mind all of your sms what you ever sent me.No ties to bind me.
YOU called me. I was walking on the street and ... no and. Love 'til we die and I'll be happy.
Meeting by chance in the hospital and you still stire me up.
I'm curious what will I see when I'm looking back few years later?
i wrote all my texts when i was sober, it has nothing to do with weed.
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