i loved you with my whole heart, i really did. it was real. it was honest.
i followed you because i thought that in some way it woud work, just for a while, but that was enough.
i'm sorry if i hurted you, but you hurted me too. and you are still hurting me and all i have to do is try to get over that whole experience and try to see in someway, somehow, the brightside. but i'm not able to do it yet, but i'll try, without letting it hurt me and without letting me hurt myself.
i'm still a victim, i don't want to, but i feel like it. but someday i'll stop being one. and at that day, you will be gone. for good.
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| do livro "Vagabundos Iluminados", de Jack Kerouac. |
