sábado, 3 de dezembro de 2011

The night.

And how many nights I lay in my bed looking at the dark ceiling,dreaming about kissing deu.Já we never cried inside when wedo not talk like I really need quero.E and how many times I've tried to do everything we never fight for things bobas.E how many times I've written texts q vooc will never read, and how manytimes I wanted to hug you when I was afraid of the dark, afraid tosmile at people who once denied a look at me. Vooc as I wantedon my side, as pictured in both the two hugging and smiling at each other. How I wish it was real to vooc, as real to me.

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