I write of love.
And the pain I conceal,
I write of what is real.
I write of what I see everyday,
I'll write of you...
If I may?
And the pain I conceal,
I write of what is real.
I write of what I see everyday,
I'll write of you...
If I may?



MissUnderStood.2011
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