jueves, 7 de julio de 2011

But you held your pride like I should have held mine, I'm scared to see the ending why are we pretending this is nothing. I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how, I've never heard silence quite this loud. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and you're not speaking and I'm dying to know is it killing you, like it's killing me .

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