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I keep picking flowers, but not for their beauty, for their petals.
He loves me,
He loves me not.
I pull the flower and the stem, away from each other, kind of like us.
The petals fade to black eventually, sort of like my heart.
There is one more petal left; I put it in a jar. Just to remind me of the hurtful truth.
He loves me.
sonyablades added this comment 2008-11-17 15:59:08-06:00
awww. i srry.
bluelf28d added this comment 2008-11-17 14:44:28-06:00
:(
bellaxxx added this comment 2008-11-17 13:58:58-06:00
i love the pic n the glog as well 5s =]=]
vivien added this comment 2008-11-17 13:27:40-06:00
nice pic
quirkysmug08 added this comment 2008-11-17 12:26:05-06:00
brill pic and lovely glog...5 stars
sonyablades added this comment 2008-11-17 15:59:08-06:00
awww. i srry.
bluelf28d added this comment 2008-11-17 14:44:28-06:00
:(
bellaxxx added this comment 2008-11-17 13:58:58-06:00
i love the pic n the glog as well 5s =]=]
vivien added this comment 2008-11-17 13:27:40-06:00
nice pic
quirkysmug08 added this comment 2008-11-17 12:26:05-06:00
brill pic and lovely glog...5 stars
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