I wrote this for you, and will write this for me. It will be for us. It is a gift.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Unrequited Love Keeps All Close Inside
You were stuck in pictures, while time passed me by in film. Time goes by, and yet, we're stuck here. You, and I. In different worlds, never to meet, but always to be left alone.
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