Wednesday, November 17, 2010

she's my adrenaline.

4 a.m in the morning. I got ur call. You were so sorry. This is the last time I'll ever give you a shot. So show me what you got. Give me back my baby. Or else, just leave.

I'm a nice person. What you are scared of is actually yourself. You're afraid that I might do what you did. Well guess what baby boo ? I'm not you.

I cried like a kitten crying for its mom last night. And if it wasn't for her, I think I might die in tears. But for a moment, I was smiling again. Thanks. And I do mean every single thing I said to you.


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