Plagiarism is not advisable. You'll hear a gunshot if we see it happening anywhere.
I wish you’ve never been so sweet, I wish you weren’t too special, I wish you never became my world. The problem is you are. I wish I didn’t know you and I wish I didn’t love you. The problem is I do.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Dreaming Out Loud.
"The wounds of love can only be healed by those who made them." - Publilius Syrus.
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