the end, by mytruth |
Listen to me. I can't handle being friends with you. (I never thought I'd say that.) Friends who become lovers, who become distant... and try to be friends... well it's merely yet clearly impossible to open my heart to a wall built with fear. |
Posted: 2007-05-21 08:33:05 UTC |
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2007-05-21 16:59:19 | Angel of Music |
So tru! Great job! |