Friday, 16 July 2010

{#27} Guns only go bang when you pull the trigger.

I can't open my heart, and I am so sorry I can't. I need to, I want to. I want to be wanted, to be loved. I want to love someone so much it hurts. I want to miss someone so much I can't get out of bed until I see them. I want to drink coffee, and I want to eat apples, and I want to be better. To be better to myself and to everyone else.

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