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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

somehow or rather i feel there's someone else.
i think that there might be some feeling's lingering.

i'm not telling you to prove me.
i'm asking you anything at all.
i've been saying for the umpteenth time - we are nothing.

let me ask you something.
are you really sure you're ready?
to leave the past and move on.

i don't want to trip over my shoe laces again.
i want to keep them tied neatly.
so i won't fall and hurt myself again.

thank you.
xoxo.



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