Que alguna vez fuiste feliz conmigo.

miércoles, 22 de junio de 2011

I hope when you’re in bed with her , YOU THINK OF ME. I would never wish bad things, but I don’t wish you well. You wrote me in a letter, you couldn’t say it right to my face . Does it hurt to know I’ll never be there? Bet it sucks to see my face everywhereIt was you who chose to end it like you did, I was the last to know. You knew exactly what you would do, and don’t say you simply lost your way. They may believe you, but I never will, never again.

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