torsdag 26 januari 2012

Nowhere


Give it back to me you can't keep it as you do. I would treat it well i promise. Rainbow.
It's so hard to think reason for me and i. I will make up a reason based on thought not today.
I will arrange and care, less thought and more share. I'd look and stare, confused of how and where. Not able to compute without your breath.
I would let you hate me.

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