Thursday, April 21, 2011

Aren't you lucky?

We were both tired, so we parted.

You went off, forget me, had your new life, found someone else;

When you're once again tired, you return.

And there's always that someone waiting there for you...

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I tried hard to hate, to escape, to run, to numb, to forgive, to forget.

They all didn't work.

I've tried, I really did...