Tuesday, 4 November 2008
16
Sitting here, can't deicide, is love for real? Or just an invention? They say that true love always comes, but what about when true love leaves? The pain they all must feel, can I deal with that, at the tender age of seventeen? You say you love me, but do you really know what love is? You're no older than me, so as I stand here, with these thoughts running through my mind, I really have no clue...
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