What If

by Brooklyn   Aug 29, 2004


*Sometimes I sit and wounder, what if you had the feelings I have for you... Or why you don't have any feelings for me anymore ... Or what I did so wrong to make you hate me. Or how you could have said the things you did... And sometimes I wounder if you ever sit and wounder about me like I wounder about you.*

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