You made your point. I broke my guitar/paintbrush/pen/heart.
Friday, May 28, 2010
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4 comments:
music/art/writing/love; the primary colors of the world.
music/art/writing/love; the primary colors of the world.
I have lost everything.. my dogs, my pens, my friends, my trust, my interest, my excitement, my happyness & most of all.. me, u & the colours.
You told me you had lost your feelings. Was it cruel for me to tell you I never had any feelings? I guess not. You broke our guitar/memories/hearts.
But you gave me the pen. You gave me something to write about.
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