sábado, 2 de agosto de 2008

I guess I remember every glance you shot me. Unharmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat. I squoze so hard, I stopped your heart from beating. So deep that I didn't even scream: Fuck me!
I'll be just fine pretending I'm not. I'm far from lonely, and it's all that I've got.

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