Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Mirtazapine Sclerosis




always need some time alone, but I never need you when you cry. The days feel like years when I'm alone. When you walk away I count the steps you take See how much I need you now? When not these, the pieces of my heart miss you when you're not, the face that met also missing. When you're not all the words you always need to listen to through the day, I was also missing.

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