vrijdag 22 april 2011

I can pretend you’re not the one who holds my heart. I can go on as if you don’t affect me to my very core. I can act like your smile doesn’t cause my heart to skip beats and my breath to shallow and slow. I can live like images of you and me don’t fill my head every night. I’ve gotten very good at pretending.

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