quinta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2013

A Letter to Oneself

I should treat you better, not like a child or a retarded...
I'm really sorry, my sweet friend, but I can't bearing you being like an imature person...
And, if you don't treat me like your mother it would be better for me and for you.
Why don't we try to get along? Make up again?
Maybe we can run into these days...
You know, we can talk about the time and the following seasons...
Please, call me back.

With love,
Yourself.

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