Thursday, May 5, 2011

You're a distant memory when I'm here.
You'll be too close when I wake up every morning.

I hate knowing the way to your house. I hate knowing your number after all this time.

Testing time. Bring it on.

2 comments:

Bloody Mary said...

Hey, I miss your blog. Blog sometimes if you can. Hope you doing better

Tinuviel said...

My blog's acting up. I have to find a different way of adding a post. It's ridiculous.

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