The different reads
Sunday, February 7, 2010 @ 6:09 PMPicture Perfect.
Guess it was repetitive, isn't it ?
I did not realize how much it hurt, how much i had stop myself to cry, that i realize when i start not to control, everything flowed out.
Not forgetting of course, that i was a crybaby.
Love is but such a pain in the ass.
I told myself once that when the previous one falls, i should have given it up.
But what do you see now, what do i have now. A chance.
I don't need/want/have any feeling for this particular thing.
Is getting deeper, mundane, tiring and stained.
Where's the white knight of mine, wait... i mean, where's my black knight ?
Sighs*
signing off ;
SUIE.
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