Tuesday, June 22, 2004
You averted your eyes as you walked by me. Your indifference did not allow me to expose my inner-most feelings. I was forced to see without being seen, and speak without being heard.
I’m deeply hurt to think that I’m not even worthy of your disdain. Nonetheless, you remain attached to my being. In fact, if I’m to live 100 years more, they will be 100 years spent thinking of you.
Cien Años (Pedro Infante)
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