Pouringhearts
Even the best fall down sometimes Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Saturday, September 29, 2007
again
I wish there was a point in talking to you.
A point in telling you I hate you.
N I love you.
n I miss you.
I wish there was a point.
I met someone.
Watch it burn, let it die,
cause we are finally free tonight.
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