martes, 5 de abril de 2011

Every single night, I try not to fuck it up.

Try not to text you. Try not to call you.



Not because it would make any difference.

Only because it would make it longer.
















PD: Fuck you.
PD2: I think I would have married you. And that's a fucking lot to say.






Maybe I need to say more.






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