jueves, 11 de febrero de 2010

Today I asked me why the final of our history is sad if I felt was so real and never has to believed and know that hurting served well. I know very well that you said things that you know not true and although no such never forget your marks will be. I know I will not return. I know you are far are looking else where without looking back. I know that sometimes I will find you and will be strange to see your face. I know time is a signan answer to everything and tell whether the pain we did wrong. we did well was part of growing up.

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