Mon, 11/26/2012 - 11:08 -- Clayden


United States
33° 25' 6.2472" N, 113° 5' 47.4216" W

Do we think were through?
Yes I think we do.
Do you know that you love me?
Or isn't it meant to be?
We havent spoke in a while,
but this agonizing pain,
its just pouring like rain.
Its not goinf to stop,
never going to drop,
until were truely done,
and i stop calling you hun.
Is this the love that we sought,
or was it merely my thought?
I gave you more than i got,
and now this whole thing is shot.
I don't care what you do,
yes i think were through.


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