She has 56 lines on her hands.
I know, because i counted them.
Her life line was longer than mines.
I was satisfied knowing i would die drowning in her love.
A bittersweet feeling, for this means I'll leave her alone to endure the pain of my short comings.
How selfish of me.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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