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Sunday, June 24, 2007 2:18 PM

"It is unreasonable to you because it's okay for you. It's okay because you're having your fun. And when you're having fun, you do it all over again. You get lost in smiles and moments and you forget about the person standing beside you. Nothing really doesn't matter to you sometimes. You can't make sense of the flaring or understand the pain. My world is paused, teared up when you enter another of your own. You thought i'd be okay, well i wasn't. And you found out only after everything. Why? Well didn't i tell you that nothing really mattered sometimes?

Maybe, some things are never said because only I would understand. Maybe, i am to blame: i deemed you perfect. Because, no one is.

Maybe, i should start trying to understand that."



Can you sleep as the sound hits your ears?
One at a time,
An unspoken balance here
Unabridged for so many years
That I should stare at receivers
To receive her
isn't fair

Still breaking old habits, habits,
You pulled the wool over me,
Now I can see everything,
Everything,
Remembering,
Jinx removing

No need for reminding,
You're still all that matters to me

fuck the mid years, fuck the shit out of them.


♥ Live through all these letters










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