2/10/11

Chau.

How to understand you when there's nothing you're telling me?
How to?

Who are you? What are you?

Was I needing you? No,

No, I wasn't.

Everything was perfect till you arrived.

So, why did you arrive?

Was making me feel like this your only goal?

I'm ok.
I'm ok.
I'm ok.

I've always been ok.

So why can't I be ok now?

I can.

And I will.

Farewell, my, whoever, whatever you were.

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