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| 01:06am 15/12/2009 |
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all is well, but i am losing/have lost faith. i'm not stupid, i get the message. |
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| 02:23am 04/12/2009 |
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mood:  melancholy
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this is stupid, but maybe she'll get it... who knows.
Beautiful, you're beautiful, as beautiful as the sun Wonderful, you're wonderful, as wonderful as they come And I can't help but feel attached To the feelings I can't even match With my face pressed up to the glass, wanting you Beautiful, you're beautiful, as beautiful as the sky Wonderful, it's wonderful, to know that you're just like I And I'm sure you know me well, as I'm sure you don't But you just can't tell Who'll you love and who you won't And I love you, as you love me So let the clouds roll by your face We'll let the world spin on to another place We'll climb the tallest tree above it all To look down on you and me and them And I'm sure you know me well, as I'm sure you don't But you just can't tell, who you'll love and who you won't Don't let your life wrap up around you Don't forget to call, whenever I'll be here just waiting for you I'll be under your stars forever Neither here nor there just right beside you I'll be under the stairs forever Neither here nor there just right beside you
<3 imu. if only i had the balls and the intelligence and the eloquence to say what i really feel in person. but maybe i'm just scared of her response, or that there won't be one. things could be different... things could be better... i still believe in us. |
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| 01:51am 04/12/2009 |
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i feel stupid. happy, but stupid. aimless even? |
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| 06:34pm 03/12/2009 |
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And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drank his blood! But, till then — if you don’t believe me, you don’t know me — till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head! |
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