To cut a long story short,
I was hurt by your choice.
I had dreamt of freedom and happiness,
Of portraits on walls,
You left me with empty rooms,
And molecules in the air.
Make of you what you will be,
I'll make of me what I will be.
But still,
I was hurt by your choice.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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