Tuesday, January 20, 2009

where i used to sit and talk to you

there's a piece of you that's here with me,
it's everywhere i go,
it's everything i see.
when i sleep and it gets me by,
i can make believe that you're here tonight.

if i could fight you know,
things would get better.





you know what, maybe i would just do that.





i hate the pain.
i miss you.
:(

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