domingo, 12 de agosto de 2007

pants on fire.

you were my friend.
and you stabbed me in the back.
I'm not able to trust anyone now.
you simply destroyed all the things I had mend in this few months.
self-confidence, security, even my black broken heart.
but you had to open your mouth and screw everything up.
GO-TO-HELL-YOU-FILTHY-LIAR.
you really fucked things up this time.

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