Saturday, July 9, 2011

Same but different...

The things that make us similar makes me hate me...

Because I understand. And that makes me hate it even more.

How you can't see that maybe its breaking her. To see.

Like it broke me. And it's breaking you.

Shit. I can't think properly. I can't think anymore. I can't think.

Just know that everyone has a past. But we have to get through it. Maybe not forgive it. Or forget it...but he have to let it go.

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