Fucking unconditional shit
I don't even remember how old you are..
And I don't even want to stop and count the years.
I know your birthday was a couple of days ago
But i couldn't call you.
I guess i'm too mad to tell i'll love you forever.
Whay is that?
How come i'm so stupid?
I could never say i'm not able to forgive.
I hope i'll never say something like that.
But i can not search for you either.
I can not make it that easy for anybody anymore.
I've felt...
There's no point on saying how i've felt...
You know how.
All of you know how.
viernes, noviembre 06, 2009
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