Sunday, October 23, 2011

My heart breaks for the man you faked to be. My mind strays to our unforgettable days, the ones that was love to me but a game for you to play. The last move is on me,before it is over I will be unseen, not to always be your game piece.
Bathsheba Dailey at
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