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domingo, 16 de janeiro de 2011 { 18:09 }



"I'm so glad you made time to see me. How's life, tell me how's your family. I haven't seen them in a while. You've been good, busier then ever. We small talk, work and the weather. Your guard is up and I know why. 'Cause the last time you saw me. Is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die. So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night. And I'd go back to december all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to december, turn around and make it alright and. I go back to december all the time. These days I haven't been sleeping, staying up playing back myself leaving. When your birthday passed and I didn't call. And I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger side. Realized I loved you in the fall. And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind. You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye (...) I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right. And how you held me in your arms that September night,. The first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking. Probably mindless dreaming. If we loved again I swear I'd love you right. I'd go back in time and change it but I can't. So if the chain is on your door, I understand (...)".
Ana

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