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Thursday, July 21, 2005

please dont read it
its just making me sad .

i dont think you want your
effort to go down the drain ..

;

it seriously feels darn sucky
please i so do not wanna feel this way .


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the words ________ said ,

no, i dont think it ll go anywhere , sorry

can you just let go of it alrd ?

shes like the one


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promises you made but never kept ;
thank you for making my life miserable
you ve succeeded _________
GOOD JOB .

you know what ?
fuck this feeling of mine -

; it doesnt matter anymore
or shld i say
it never mattered .

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Lord, just tell me why am i still feeling this way ?
arent i trying hard enough alrd ?

;

WHAT A FEELING -

and suddenly you re mine ;



♥ 6:40 PM