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Tuesday, June 8, 2010 2:35 PM its clear, the picture i see in front of me. i see the front you put up but i can see you're cracking on the inside. you're tired, its obvious. you may think i'm rubbing it in your face, but i'm not cause i've long known that it would come to this. the fire in the moment of fury, seems to have died and now you're left with a shell. the smile is gone, no hope in your eyes. should i even ask why? the gift given unto us was never to be selfishly snatched away. remember this even if you must forget all else. memories; you choose the way you want them to remain. xoxo me. ps: colouralldayspurple;liveglamorously. |