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    Tuesday, July 10, 2007 3:53 PM


    Torture..

    the Worst form of torture is to have something and not have it at the same time.

    I dun know what the hell. i realy dun. its screwed up. i say i understand but it doesnt mean i dun feel the pain. A thousand needles can do more damage than a knife.

    Whats the point of pulling an all-nighter only to be with someone who cant pay any attention to you. Whats the point of smiling when what i want is beyond me ?

    i dun know what to say, i dun know what to do..
    jsut waiting for time to pass..


    hold me now at 3:53 PM
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    Friday, July 06, 2007 5:00 PM


    Never Liked..

    i never liked not meeting you. i never liked having distant between us.

    i dun know.. i hate this time off. i thought we could just not meet up for this weekend but guess you wanted more.

    Maybe i really have been wrong about things but i really cant figure out whats wrong. i blame it on your PMS, all the projects and the stress we have. guess.. things are just going wrong.


    hold me now at 5:00 PM
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