Why do I hold on?
With a firm grasp
I cling on desperately
To what will surely never be
Why must I insist
On torturing myself
By not letting go?
Why is there still a part
That wants to continue on
When it means pain and depression
Oh, I why do I love him..
September 06, 2007





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