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.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Cry.


 Do you know how it feels when love cuts you right up?
I do. 'Cause I'm going through it. Right here, right now.

I just don't know what to do anymore. I feel so lost.
Apparently, thinking is what I do best. So I'm going to do just that, before I fall right off to sleep tonight.


Written with ,
Rafael.

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