I do not key your daggers, in the back. So deep, do not hurt, do not make me wrong. far in the center of the earth, roots, of love, where they were staying. Between let me not forget me our Aprils forgotten at the bottom of the closet, in the guest room were golden days, a better past. And although nearly deceived and I say slowly do not lie, do not tell me the truth do not stay silent, not raise your voice, nor did I ask forgiveness
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 22:56:51 +0000
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