i can't tell you
that i love you..
becouse i know i'm i'm not up to..
bacouse i'm afraid you'll kick me,
and laugh at me..
becouse i'm poor
in my face you will shut the door.
i can't endure..
i can't endure..
you are the sickness and the cure.
what shall i do?
i can't tell you
that i love you.
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5 Sep 2009
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