quinta-feira, 11 de junho de 2009
RR
My only problem is when i call you, my voice turns into silence. I feel butterflies in my stomach. My words simply gain another sound... i stutter... like when you think someone means the world to you... I'm always talking, but you're one of the few people who can really shut me up. Perhaps, for now, you really mean the world to me...
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