Even dought you miss treated me, even dought you ignored me, even with your many attemps of hurting my feelings, I still love you. I still love that rude way of yours. I love the passion I fill when I think of you. And I'll never hate you, as must as I try, I won't, because that means forgetting you.
sábado, 19 de março de 2011
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