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how my car is my only escape. all the see is me going out all day and coming home late. my car isn’t just a car. it’s like a...
mere memory.
The more my ♥ breaks, the louder my music plays…
When all the fake friends die off..
All that are left are going to be the people who really care about you.
Those who stand and stay to make a difference in your life, possibly even an impact to it, are the ones who actually want to be there with you and for you.
Regardless those who are the true friends from the whole group of friends, I don’t care but I treat you all the same.
