He is a past hurt,
stitched and scarred
Why?
35,040 hours and counting ...
more than what we had.
Only a hint of what we stole.
...
Do not want to see you, be ready is to hate and forget.
Never remember ..
No way to tell this
...
Every time I meet you,
Do you know? I regret ..
A tear feel
Hot and cold at the same time
...
"Never again" it was my prayer one day
I cried more tears than it had
I vowed revenge for the rivers of my face ..
But..
Not in my mind firing the gun,
Perhaps he holds,
Save and end point
Misfire ..
A fail?
A temporary insanity
different story
told me that in my mind
...
Choose
I do my heart
Not with my reason
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