i sit here thinking about
what im soon to do
our past present and future
the things ill say
the things ill do
what i wish we would have done
and
what we didnt do
the thingd youve done
and
what you might do
you should rot in jail
but
i dont know
if
i can send you there
i sit here
missing you
even though im not to
i sit here
loving you
even though in not to
Author notes
the guy this is about is a sexual pedator and stole from my family.
A contest entry
- Your love is my perfect disaster. by ellaelu.
1000 points, ended July 18, 2008, 16 entries
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