Monday, 5 April 2010

I've done something really bad. Half of me wishes I hadn't done it. Half of me thinks that I only wish it came true straight away, and skipped the torture of slowly getting there.
I've done something really bad and it's killing me inside. I want to tell myself that it's not my fault, that it's just plain coincidence. But I still believe that I played some part in it.

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