sábado, 8 de fevereiro de 2014

The day I decided to leave,
I cried like I wanted to fill up an ocean
because I knew how much that would hurt me

and how much I would miss you.
And even knowing there was no going back 
after that point, in the end, 

all I wanted was for you to ask me
to stay. 
Even though I couldn’t.

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