lectoraviva @ 2009-2005 - 17T23: 12:00
sometimes I feel dead with you. I hear about and find you empty, totally stupid. should have forgotten. I know nothing of his life. never rode in a TAC. I remember her naked body. his voice echoed in my head. deceived and could live the rest of my life perfectly, I even learned how to be happy.
sometimes I hate him. but no words come to encompass everything I feel for him. I can not run
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