Maybe you do and you haven't realized it.
Maybe you hate me and you're afraid to say it.
All the sorries in the world
won't make up for what I'm about to do.
I
am
not
a
good
person.
Friday, February 20, 2009
February 19th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 4:15 PM
Labels: photography, poem, relationships
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