tisdag 26 juli 2011

Maybe I wasn't always there, It doesn't mean I don't care, whatever it was.


Behind one's sweet smile or cheerful jokes isn't always a happy story. 
Remember that dry eyes don't always mean dry pillows at night.



Now I'm being something I'm not 
Memories gone 
I'm falling behind...


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