Saturday, April 11, 2009

One day you'll fall for this boy. And he'll touch you with his finger tips and burn holes in your skin with his mouth. It hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don't. And if feels like someone has cut you open with a jagged piece of glass. you know what they say though; it's love. Make it hurt.

(i'm a very passionate person. i was born to love.)

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