your secrets are safe with me.

rough winds shake the darling buds of may.

Monday, March 23, 2009

 
i feel like a little sister again, trying to know where you are, and you are reluctant to tell me.
you don't get the point, I dont want to see you, i just want to create some kinda conversation.
stupid you.

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