the write way,
Monday, March 17, 2014
I. D.o.n.T.K.n.o.w
I don't understand. I wish I had you here laying besides me, possibly giving me a back-massage.
But where are you?
You claimed you would always be here for me. But you don't even want to be. It's just so sad.
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