Days never got lonely.
They always were.
Love hurts when it leaves.
This experience I have not had the pleasure.
My hurt comes from love, yes.
It showed no interest in meeting me.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
Days never got lonely.
They always were.
Love hurts when it leaves.
This experience I have not had the pleasure.
My hurt comes from love, yes.
It showed no interest in meeting me.
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