viernes, 6 de diciembre de 2013

Annelise.

It might be, it could be, that he'll be the one.
But your memory still get's into my dreams.
You still burn in my vains and turn into ashes.
Don't take my hand. Please, don't hold on me.Forget me.
Hurt me as soon as you can. Please.

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