martes, 24 de febrero de 2015

Pain

You want me to talk. So I'll talk. But this time I'll talk about pain. The pain you made and make me feel. I'm not angry with you anymore, but I'm not sure of being able to forget it. You think it's my fault and that I'm wrong, but you aren't right at all either. Just look at what you are asking me to acept. Feel it like it was you. Just for a fucking moment. And you will realise that maybe YOU are wrong too.

¿How can I hate and love you so much at the same time? 

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