I try not to regret, but sometimes I regret trusting you. I don't resent you, but I resent the bitter fear you left me with. You trusted your gut instead of me, and two years later I still don't feel any better about it.
Words don't matter anymore, thanks to you - you never left but you might as well have.
"It don't mean nothin with out my Carolina Rose"
Saturday, November 17, 2012
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