Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend and the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end.
miércoles, 15 de mayo de 2013
Thank God.
Your hands were just warm. Not even hot. But they burnt.
You should know I would have followed you in the night.
(As ever)
I would have embraced the future shown in that unfortunate picture.
We will hardly see each other again.
Thank God.
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