Dear Uma,
So
nice to see you crawling back to me. A little later than I predicted
you would, but still... You knew it too, didn't you sweetheart?
Who
likes people like you, Uma, with a heart like an open wound? Who likes
people like you, with a lot to give and you present it so nicely and in
the end is all rubbish? Who likes people like you, Uma, so gullible and
out of this world. So fragile and strange. So delicate and breakable.
People don't like you, Uma. They may find you attractive for a while.
But in the end, there's only me. Ain't that sad but true, Uma?
So welcome back.
Bill
12-04-2006 om 00:00
geschreven door LaReineMargot
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