Monday, 5 December 2011

Something

I really want to say something, just to get it off my chest, you know?
But the problem is, you can never un-say something, once it's said.

I guess I can always save it 'till my death bed, when it doesn't matter anymore. 'Cos I'll be dead. 

So much stuff must come out at death beds. 

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