throwback, twenty ten.


when a friend dies, it hits for real. won’t be able to talk to you. hugged your mom, it broke my heart, she looks like you. i wont forget how you affected me. years go by, things just ain’t the same. empty bottles all around you, you dont wanna deal, all the pills run out.no tomorrow means no today. you gone? it’s so hard to say. ain’t no stoppin when heaven calls.

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About Tasha Pryde

I can't seem to live life on lives terms, i enjoy escaping reality, suppressing emotions & controlled chaos.

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