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breakaway
C A R O L I N E ☆
EIGHTEEN
ATTACHED ♥
Saturday, June 5, 2010 // 4:03 PM

where in the world are you?
is this the result of letting you go?
i know when you said you were going there,
that i will expect changes. and you proved me right.

i wanna trust all the things you say.
i wanna believe your every word.

but the past two days created alot of suspicions.
i cant live on with it.
i wanna keep spamming you with my text and calls.
but im afraid of creating a nuisance in your life.

but the amount of freedom im giving you,
is making myself suffer alone.
you practically take my allowance for granted.

but i would'nt say.
if you're doing anything behind my back,
i won't say. i won't go and spy on you.
im waiting for you to be honest with me.

not saying that you are up to anything,
but your actions really make me wonder.

baby, free me from all these worries.
make me trust you again.
please, stop all this. i hate it.

i really wanna know,
where the hell were you?!