11 ноября 2012 года в11.11.2012 14:20 4 0 10 1

Old hope, made of rope.

I don't really know why I do this. I can't explain why I still care & miss you, why do I hope for the best? Our time is up. It's death. It's my fault - I always treated you better than you deserve, I believed you and in you, I forgave you a thousand times. And our funny moments were ones of the bestets times in my life, like a fairy tale, sometimes. But you just keep getting me down, disrespecting me, blaming me in your fails. I do love you, friend of mine, but I can't take this anymore. I have no idea what should you do to make me come back. Maybe, you don't care at all.

I won't be here forever, so don't bother - one day all my words will turn to dust.

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