Monday, October 20, 2008
Baby I’m not fine when you go so please come back. My thoughts are wearing thin even the thoughts of you being all mine. I’ll tell you I’m just fine, but I’m not. When you go I will do things that I will regret but u go and don’t look back. I stock my life out for you and tied me up like a puppet and pulled my strings.
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