what was on your mind?
'i can't touch her with cold hands'
between us was not the place for tenderness
still you couldn't help it..

small traces of a gentle soul left to bother me
always something new to remember..

it would have been so much easier just to hate you
i guess honesty buys your way out of anything
now there is nothing you could do wrong.

besides.. nothing is about me
no use taking it personal.

Cristina Geanta

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