You say
I don't care about you
But after the fight
I'm the one who's picking up the pieces.
You say
I don't think about you
But after the break
I'm the one who's knocking on your door.
You say
I don't feel for you
But in the end
I'm the one who's supporting you the most.
You say
I don't fight for you
But in the end
I'm the one who's pushing us through this.
You say
I don't see life with you
But after everything that's been done
I'm the one who's missing you to death.
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A/N: Ma kardan, et lähen ajalukku kui parima vingujast luuletajana hahahahaha. Või tegelikult... ma leian, et see ei tee mind väga vingujaks, kirjutades asjadest, mis mulle loevad ja hingevalu tekitavad... Pigem, ma ei ole läbinisti unistaja!? Ma arvan, et maailm vajab ühtelugu unistajad ja vinguvaid, isegi kui seda on ühes inimesed ehk minus. Kuidas teiega lood on? Ei oota reaalseid vastuseid, haha.
Kevad ei ole enam kaugel, varsti saab palju päikesevalgust ja ilusaid pikki päevi nautida ja usuge, ka mina ei suuda seda kõike ära oodata!
Näeme teiselpool piiri,
M.
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