7. mars 2010

I wish...

But don't expect me to be happy for you.
and don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too.
I don't want your pity.
I hate your pity.
I remember those nights like they we're as close to now as i wish they were.
You're so sure of things. You're certainty, its like armor.
 I wish I had that.

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