I sit on a bench in the middle of the cemetary and listen to the wind i choos to come here when i want to be with my lover he makes me feel happy and gives me a reason to live its not a garenty that i see him but it dosent matter cause i imagin the things we would do if he was here its late in the evening he still does not come it kills me a little inside but when he comes i know ill be once again alive.
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sippa
05:39 Aug 12 2010
are you still waiting