Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Shattered Glass*~
Im losing what grip I have on you. My pain? Is knowing I cant have you. I know your tired of me and probably have been waiting for this. I'm sorry I bothered you so much and I promise to never agian become a burden on your soul.
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