The very last syllable of recorded time. TERMINATED, ♥
We'll have each other's backs. The aftermath. ♥
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I'm lost.
I'm lost and I'm constantly lying to myself to get through myself each day. I miss you.
I miss everything, how we used to be.
I want those times.
I want to give up.
Am I given the chance?
I know I love you.
Should I go on or regret?
I want to make a change.
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