miércoles, 18 de mayo de 2011

Sweet poison


She kept talking with a sweet and kind voice. She was smiling and I kept thinking 'Dont' cry, don't cry. Think of something else. Don't cry'  
                                              I almost break, but I didn't, I don't know how.

What is it with smiles and bad news? Why do they have to smile? It makes it worse, I wouldn't cry if they had screamed at me.

                             I didn't cry, not this time at least.











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