August 2010
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this may concern you.
i had my head on your chest. i hear your heart beating; its so soft, where as, here’s mine about to implode. i know you. i think i always will. you ask me whats wrong. “is it going to make any difference tomorrow?” “no.” “then why should i tell you?” “this is true.” how i wish it wouldve meant something the next day, or any day for that matter....
