segunda-feira, 7 de outubro de 2013

Emptiness.

How I wish I could write something, anything. But I'm feeling empty, I'm feeling lost, I'm feeling lonely. I would love if I could trust you, my dear. I could give all my words to believe in the things you say to me, but we barely know each other. How can someone like another in such a little space of time?

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