I've tried so hard to be up front, Baby, knowing the others don't understand me or believe me...and hoping you did. But if I never hear your voice on that phone again or see you step from the shower washing him away...saying, "We just went to dinner, Dennis." It will be far too soon. Why couldn't you be up front, Baby? and not waste my time like that making all my efforts at honesty into just a pitiful taste in my mouth so that I'm reduced to wondering why I didn't hurt you first. Why I waited, out of reluctance, so we could share the bitter pill equally and together as the way of least hurt for both of us? Word fail me now I just see showers...and his hands and your game...as if I were Eric and as if I wasn't worth your effort to be up front, always and forever. Its cold here in this reality you've made for us. gallagher 25 mar 75 Buena Park
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