Monday, January 11, 2010
Bruise
You honestly make me so happy just by talking to me.
If you told me you hated me, I'd be happy to hear your voice.
When I think about you, my insides feel bruised.
I hate that you'll never read this, but I'd still never tell you.
If you told me you hated me, I'd be happy to hear your voice.
When I think about you, my insides feel bruised.
I hate that you'll never read this, but I'd still never tell you.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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