Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Tinge of Love

Each time we say good bye, I die a little inside.
The last time was the "last" time.
I cannot do that to myself anymore.
I deserve more. I want more.
The fanstasy is over.
The blinders are off and soon, you will be a distant memory.
Bittersweet

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