quarta-feira, 22 de maio de 2013

Anger

I arrived at home feeling terrible. I didn't know what I wanted. To cry, to sleep, to scream or hit someone in the face the make easier my pain. I was angry, oh yes I was angry. How could he had such a thing. Calling me like that over my best friends phone! Like I didn't knew it was him. 

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