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i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Never Enough.

"I remember the way you looked in red; I wondered if I was going crazy when I thought maybe you could love me too. I see now I have most definitely gone mad."

I was always right there.
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