Every morning I wake up in a nightmare
I do not know how this happened my love
I do not know
What it is that has grown so big suddenly
That we suffer like this when
We know that everything is
Just a missed call away
I do not know how this happened my love
I do not know
What it is that has grown so big suddenly
That we suffer like this when
We know that everything is
Just a missed call away
posted by Puff at
February 17, 2012
1 Comments:
Just a missed call away. There goes the whole tragedy of a race.
Longing can make us cold. In fact, colder, much colder, than we'll ever admit.
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