domingo, 4 de marzo de 2012

Disculpas de una cobarde

I thought I loved you, but when I see a paper wall I turn around. I'm not made for you. I do not deserve you if I leave at the first closed. I'm sorry. I wish I could, but I cannot. I wish everything to be as simple as she said, but I guess my world is not made of sushi either.

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