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Sunday, November 14, 2010
Drift drive dive dry. Weird contexts. @ 6:17 PM

There are days when i feel like hiding.
There are days when i feel like running.
There were also days where i feel emotional.
And days i get to those because of you.

I loved you.
I really really really loved you.
More than you can possibly be.
More than you thought any one around you can give.
Prolly less than your real family but more than a normal friend could give.
I was.

I think i must forgotten how nice it was.
How horrible it was.
How terrifying.
Disbelief.
Or maybe it's just because i accepted the flaws.
I took it the same.
I loved it all.

Aspiring. The only word that came to thought.
Talk about being random.
You could not have chosen a better time.
Chan su ie. Well done.




I think i should better leave. Before police come and catch me.

Suie.

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.