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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
Monday, April 21, 2008
as the date draws closer, my heart grows sorer. the many things that were left unsaid will never be said. what really is the truth? i think i will never know. this time many things will be lost and many things will be forgotten. it's like selling yourself. yes, i'm in the midst of selling myself to the future. and all that hope of any tiniest bit will be lost in the memories that will be lost in the past. of which will hardly ever be revisted, will be kept enclosed in the forgotten. this time, its like taking a trip to erase all memory. a trip. and maybe thats why everything from the past is filling me up now. you know the way people before they die actually have an overview of their life flashing across them? maybe this is something like what will happen eventually, inevitably. maybe. and like the song goes:i'm all out of love
what am i without yu
i know yu were right believing for so long
i'm all out of love
what am i without yu
i can't be too late thinking i was so wrong
oh, what are yu thinking of
- everything's just temporary;
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