I would like to tell you a lot of things.
but I know I don't have the right because I should have said them before.
so now I can't tell you how mad I am at you for forgetting everything about me.
because I never told you how much all you said meant to me.
and how much you mean[t] to me.
everything is so messed up right now.
you really fucked my brain.
sábado, 12 de enero de 2008
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