I wish you could just understand how I feel and not take what is granted. Your love's like an ocean. It's in and out. Do I have to force myself to knock some sense into you? I know you can think for yourself. You're big enough to know what's right and wrong. But the thing is, you act as if I don't even exist in this place. What am I to you really? Just a normal pants you wear only sometimes?
What more do you want?
23rd April ‛94
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