For You, by Emma_Bee |
All the open pain is gone, washed away with a new sense of begining. I've cleaned my hands of you. Your face haunts my dreams no longer. I'm over an empty love. But why is it I wrote this for you? |
Posted: 2010-10-23 22:20:09 UTC |
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2011-09-07 18:36:41 | peach moon |
this is cool, i can kinda relate to this in a way |