Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart?Not being able to remember how you felt before.
jueves, 26 de enero de 2012
Time II
Every year is getting shorter,never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desperation, is the English way. The time has gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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