Friday, June 17, 2011
All these years
All these years and still I retrurn to the same place, the same friend I always counted on. When I'm down I think of you, when I'm lonely, again you. Sometimes I wish I'd never met you and other times I don't know what I would have done without you. Here but not here. Mine but never mine. A dream of what might have been, and nothing more...
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2 comments:
This is really sad Kat. :(
Hopefully your friend isn't a douche.
Nah, just bad timing. Forgot I even posted this.
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