Friday, December 25, 2009
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.
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You hurt me more than I deserve, how can you be so cruel?
I love you more than you deserve, why am I such a fool?"
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Loving you was my favorite mistake.
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Its time to move on...
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.
.
You hurt me more than I deserve, how can you be so cruel?
I love you more than you deserve, why am I such a fool?"
.
Loving you was my favorite mistake.
.
.
Its time to move on...
what we could have been, 10:11 AM.
