You told those stories,
So well,
They made tears well up in my eyes.
I was so jealous,
Because I wanted to be part,
Of those stories;
Too.
I wanted to be,
Part of them,
So badly.
So well,
They made tears well up in my eyes.
I was so jealous,
Because I wanted to be part,
Of those stories;
Too.
I wanted to be,
Part of them,
So badly.
1 Comments.:
I can totally relate to how you feel. You want to be part of someone's memories so badly. Real bad. It is kind of sick, that jealousy inside you.
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