Tuesday 23 September 2014
why?
why? why how many time I've asked myself this is the question that constantly keeps replaying, over and over again why? but the answer is quite simple, oh how could I not have known it's always been there, right there all along staring me in the face how could I've been so blind, blind to the fact that you were mine from the start.
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It made me think of a lost love -- a sad poem, but sad in a good way because it makes you reaffirm your believe in that elusive emotion. It really makes you think - some people can mean the world to you, and you might not even know it.
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