You came into my dream last night, you left me once more.
Love is the reason I want you by my side.
Love becomes the very reason I have to let go of you.
It is me. It is my incompetency to lose you.
Pride... Dignity... Time...
I have little pride. I have little dignity.
I hope I have the strength to carry on.
Are you old enough now?
I feel old.
I feeling old already.
The world is wearing me down.
Monday, April 18, 2011
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