One day I hope that this will be over.
That we can coexist
And speak of the love we once shared.
Maybe you'll eventually look back and remember
That it wasn't always like this,
That there was once something there.
Maybe get past the hurt
And see the love that came first.
Maybe look through me,
And really see
I couldn't be so foul
If you once loved me.
... Although I'm just a girl, I have a voice. "Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl."-Anne Frank, diarist
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
One Day
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i love this
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