zaterdag 13 augustus 2011

Fighting.

Strike one.
Strike two.
Strike back once.
Strike back twice.
Now we are even.

I wish I was with you.
I would chase you and fight with you until I am tired.
Not fighting to hurt you, but just to mess around.
Why?
Well I liked fooling around with you since the first time I fooled around.
I just hope you remember that first time.

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