Wednesday 3 October 2007 photo 2/2
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When she smiles, I smile When she cries, I cry When she is angry, I am mad But when I smile, cry or when I am angry, she doesn't notice. I am nothing more but a dust dust in the wind in her eyes. She is ignoring the tone of my voice, the meaining in my text, the love I have for her. Still I can't stop trying, I just can't let go.
Annons