my jokes. your laughs. your jokes. my smiles. then silence. conversations, awkward silence and everything in between.
even though we sat in a room together have a decent conversation, i knew you were thinking about him. it was written all over your face.
..we are just two trains on the same train track waiting to crash and make the six o'clock news.
10:25 a.m. - 2010-04-17
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