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by No Motiv? Apr 11, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / other
He's walking by my muscles, tense with hope I think: look at me I am right here He looks. I now adopt modest eyes- Suddenly the floor has become so amusing. He doesn't stop to stare at me. It was more of a glance. He's gone. Goodbye, beautiful, I think. I watch him leave, with modest eyes.
by Lecrissa
Could be better but was good
by W H O R E
Aww, this is good :) Keep up the good work, and keep your head up. -xx- ~Broken~
