donderdag 22 december 2011

This was why I was here. This was why I would take whatever reception waited for me when I got back. Because, underneath all the anger and the sarcasm, my friend was in pain. Right then, it was very clear in his eyes. I didn't know how to help him, but I knew I had to try. It's more than that I owe him.. And it's because his pain hurts me, too. He's become a part of me, and there's no changing that now

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