How can life be so fucked up when it come to you,
and so perfect when it come to him?
You make my life hell some times,
but i'll never blame you.
We're perfect in essence,
and reality shows us we're destined to always cross paths.
You'll always be there,
I'll always know you,
we'll always be us.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Fucked Up
Posted by Clara at 11:06 PM
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