My life is slowing down. That's how I feel.
I wish I could tell you I love you, but that's not true, dear prudence, ... I won't lie, I may wish I die, but who am I ? If I don't know, that would mean I never existed.
Who ever noticed me ? I lost myself, so how could I find the words ? There is so much more than words.
If we meet again, I'll tell you how I feel, I'll tell you love is real ...
Dimanche 23 novembre 2008 à 13:37
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