domingo, 3 de junho de 2012

Feeling different.

Sometimes we feel like things are different. Sometimes they really are, but others it is us that are different. Sometimes we just ask to much, or we are afraid to be wrong, to make something that we shouldn't. To mess things up. I don't know why, but I feel things different. Maybe I've dreamed too much. Maybe I've imagined things that will never, never happen. I wish they would... I wish you would love me for the rest of my life.



Dream Girl

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