Thursday, January 6, 2011

Names Parts Of Car Inside

far should he flee to cure a failure? How far should I run away to escape his pain?













I do not cured of this love. You took my light, my sap my confidence. My days are empty, my life is dead. I'm just pretending. Smile, listen, answer questions. Every day I wait for a sign, a gesture. You deliver me from this black hole where you left me and you tell me why.
And "I've hated too" does not account pas.Même a bit.
I also hate you've always détesté.Je sometimes.
It is like that.


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