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observation de vous;

observation de moi
on isolé tiennent le premier rôle
vous ne savez pas qui vous êtes
j'ai vous ai toujours aimé
mais vous avez pris mon amour pour accordé
parole au revoir

the 4 hearts

an almost perfect lady.

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i don't know what is with me. when everyone's having fun i just like to keep quiet. you know. i like to absorb the things they're saying and process it in the brain. i enjoy the company, really i do. it's not that i'm bored or anything. i just like to watch and feel. feel the laughter, feel the sadness. sometimes you can just tell if it's real or not. but sometimes they hide it so well, you can only tell through the eyes.

i like to go through highways in silent. i like to feel i'm on top of the world, but then again i want to feel small. i feel like shouting whenever i'm right there. so when it's pretty quiet i can almost hear my thoughts shouting loudly in the mind. sometimes i wonder if you can hear it too. it's really loud. i like drives at night because there are hardly any cars around you feel like you're on a long open never ending highway. it brings my hope of being elsewhere near me. maybe it's the same reason i love reading. i love the idea of being engaged in the book to the extent that i have no idea what anyone else is saying. it happens. they all know. and they are all irritated. but it happens to everyone doesn't it? when i read a good book it's as if i'm there too. i hear them talk, feel them move. i'm part of them. short lived fantasy so be it.

it's not like i enjoy escaping from myself. i don't. but sometimes everybody says things and i just want to shut off in my own world. do you remember sometimes i'm pretty silent over the phone or i just lose out on what you're saying. i don't hear you. i think. i hear everything else but you. yet subconsciously your voice is there. so i can sort of go back to what you're talking about. but then again there are times i'm really completely shutting everything thats been said out. it's as if you never said anything.

if yu woke up crying, remember so did i.


drinks but no ciggarettes say the boys. they're al the same; these little playhouse creatures.

- everything's just temporary;
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