Little ole me

by Milla   May 11, 2006


His voice rings in my head like a annoying bee that just leave me alone.Those same harsh words poke my heart just waiting for it to break.But does his eyes still reflect that maybe there is just hope for me yet or is he just acting again making me think that he cares.....i think its just alittle game he loves to play with little ole me

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