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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
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
i'm super curious at why people who don't really know me want to know so much about me. and they go about me to know more about me. this is so weird. i don't understand why they can't just call me to ask me straight in my face. don't pussy lehs. okay. so let's get some facts right. 1. i am single. 2. i am in love. 3. i am being loved. 4. if you want to know me, ask me. it's the most reliable source. (: hey my dear sweet chienne, it's not like that anymore. we don't do this anymore. we don't pretend. we've had enough of that crap. we eventually wake up to this reality. and we don't continue making the same mistakes, we learn from them. i tried to pull you out from the mess. but now i wonder if you ever wanted to be out of the mess. je ne suis pas un chéri d'ami, je suis un ennemi. étape fausse, je me suis trouvé.she was about five. alone. in a city unknown to her. and in her memories, faded images of hiding away from that lady. someone she never really got around to know, to love, to acknowledge, to respect. bits and pieces of contempt thrown in together to overwrite the hurt and pain. betrayal by her one and only best friend. every night crying herself to sleep. every night praying it could be the last. crying out to someone, for someone. no one ever came. no one to turn to. no one to cry to. no one for comfort. why didn't anyone come? baiser de la mort.
- everything's just temporary;
8:58 PM
