And here I will go down with the ship. You saved my life a few times. Really. Picked me up off the ground, brushed me off and sent me back out into the world. Words will never, ever explain what that meant to me.
I love you.
Ginger Snap
We’re Going Down. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)
- Feb. 6, 2014, midnight
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