Because there are so many beautiful things in life.
fredag 25 februari 2011
Scars from the past
I miss you sometimes,
but it's a long time ago now,
I get mad at myself because when I'm really sad,
when I have no one to turn to,
I think of you.
It will never be the same,
I don't hate you for what happened,
but I would never let myself go back to you,
cause the hurt scares me,
and all thrust is gone.
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