NO TiTLE

by jESSiCA   Nov 29, 2006


TO HiiDE MY PAiiN
i THROW MY TEARS RiTE DOWN THE DRAiN
i PRETEND TO SMiLE
PiCK UP THE FONE AND START TO DiAL
QUiCKLY i CHANGE MY MiND
i KAN HANDLE THiS MYSELF
i START TO LOOK UPON THE SHELF
2 FiND THE SHARPEST THiNG
WAiT, WHATS THAT? RiNG RiNG
THE FONE i HESiTATE TO ANSWER
i SLOWLY PRESS TALK
iHs HiM!
\"BABE CAN WE GO TAKE A WALK.\"
\"i NEED TO TALK.\"
RELiVED i DiDNT MAKE ANOTHER SCAR
HE\'z MY SAVOR, MY SHiNiNG STAR
i TELL HiM THANK YOU
&& THAT i LOVE HiM SO MUCH

2 BE CONTiNUiED

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