domingo, 26 de junio de 2011


Sometimes I just can't figure out what you wanna do, what you feel, what you expect. Sometimes I feel so confused, and I repeat to myself that you are no-longer available, that you are not worth it, that you are just some guy like many other. Sometimes you just drive me mad, and I feel anger and love, and I wanna tear into you. Sometimes I just can't stop thinking about you, and I miss you, although I don't want me to. Sometimes I love you so much that it hurts; sometimes I love you so much that I cry; sometimes I love you so much that I wanna erase you from my memory; sometimes I love you so much, that it make me sick; sometimes I know that I will always love, in spite everything.

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