Oh if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh darling I wish you were here.

Friday, 19 February 2010

I’ll leave when the wind blows.


i really wish i could believe everything you say yet it does not make any sense all the things i try to piece together and understand a simple sentence turns into a detailed explanation and i hate my self for all these doubts that hang over me. 

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