end of story
I know it's over
the friendship is gone
we don't fit together anymore
Once we wrote the same story
we shared our lives, our feelings
we wrote the same words
But now things have changed
I don't understand you're words, your sentences anymore
and you don't read mine
Now we write different stories
we write different books
different sentences, different words.
And though I know we will never write the same again
I still miss you
Our friendship, our book.
How did we ever let something so valuable drift away?
the friendship is gone
we don't fit together anymore
Once we wrote the same story
we shared our lives, our feelings
we wrote the same words
But now things have changed
I don't understand you're words, your sentences anymore
and you don't read mine
Now we write different stories
we write different books
different sentences, different words.
And though I know we will never write the same again
I still miss you
Our friendship, our book.
How did we ever let something so valuable drift away?
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| justme: | Maandag, september 23, 2002 22:46 |
| I know this hurts, and I know how much. Sometimes people grow apart, and it's like a piece of you gets ripped of. Sometimes you're angry about that, sometimes you're sad, and in the end all that's left is the sadness. It passes. Very slowly. Hold on. I hope this will never happen to us. Charlotte |
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| Auteur: zeesce | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2002 | ||
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