dinsdag 17 mei 2011

And as I see my mom standing in front of me screaming and yelling I'm not the same girl anymore, as I see my mom standing in front me with tears streaming down her face 'cause I've changed too much for her to recognize me.. something broke. Tell me who I have to be, tell me who I were. He made me change, all of me. All of me.

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