
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
You.
You. I think I'm still in love with who I wish you were.
You. I don't know what we are anymore.
You. You're too good for me. I'm sorry I keep pushing you away.
You. I hate how things went so wrong; the could've-beens are killing me.
And you. I miss you and I wish you were here.

But it's getting easier to breathe everyday
You. I don't know what we are anymore.
You. You're too good for me. I'm sorry I keep pushing you away.
You. I hate how things went so wrong; the could've-beens are killing me.
And you. I miss you and I wish you were here.

But it's getting easier to breathe everyday
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