look at me now... just look at me now...these are the words that kept on running in my mind... he was there again yesterday.. with her... but last night was different... I felt so different...absurd.. do I miss him or do I not?
look at me now...
I look so happy, well pleased...
We could have gone together to watch rent.. It was our play.. I know you know it...
How could a beauty that you thought would last forever could vanish so quickly?
look at me...
she strikes a pose and dies inside and no one knows she's a beautiful suicide.
Saturday, 10 February 2007
a beautiful suicide
Posted by Isabelle at Saturday, February 10, 2007
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