Sunday, February 20, 2011

Truth Hurts.

You could have just say "yes" to shut me off but you didn't which makes it more hurtful.
But thank you for being true.

I don't even know where the hurt part is coming but it does.
When I makes castles in the air, houses with white picket fences and years old travelling the world--I think of you, because whatever I decide for today, I know you will eventually be part of it.

This is exaggeration.
But I wish it doesn't hurt like this.

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