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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