Tuesday, April 12, 2011

She smiled.

You know, that M smile,
That means: You don´t know me at all, and you never will.
She is so good at conceiling things, and, hiding, avoiding. But, I DO know her.
And I know that she's got so much love in her heart, that the thought of getting it out, showing her cards, scares her to death...

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