“He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.” - W. Somerset Maugham
sábado, 5 de dezembro de 2015
Why am i thinking about you so much those days? I thought i let you go - I'm sure i let you go.
So what's happening? Why do you keep popping on my mind? What have i done to you, god or the universe to make me so fragile when it comes to you?
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