looks like the play is over, the final act is done. The story of a dreamer who thought he'd found the one. caught up turning pages, didn't know the story ends, caught in the fact of the matter that her feelings were pretend. It is time to close the curtain, turn the stage lights out. she played her part oh so well he never had a doubt. standing in the shadows, as the bright lights fade away, standing there with a broken heart and nothing left to say.
2007-09-19
10:05:23
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