domingo, 3 de abril de 2011

Phobia

It's enough. I don't know what to think right now.
You know this is going wrong. You know it. What can you do about it? Are you sure you love me?
You are hurting me. Each time you look at me with downcast eyes, bated breath and tiny voice.
Sugar, we are going down.

I think I miss the skin...

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