why don't i remember to expect it?
the choices from the past
continue to haunt the present
i will never be able to escape
the grasp of the life
i once led
i'm tired and so hurt
and i'm tired of the entire hurt
but there's no one else to blame
but me.
chapter 67 : so tired of the past
2.15.2008
Posted by *b at 11:06 PM
Labels: melancholy me
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