Sunday, April 10, 2011
young love murder
I took the bus home last night, alone.
And I thought of a number of things as I sat by the window.
I've come to a conclusion that I am finally
able to
let go
I've had enough of the unnecessary pain I had to go through even though all I ever did was try to love you.
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