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Thursday, May 03, 2007
i just want to feel a hurt that makes sense.
it's just my way of running away.it's all over now.everything's changed. nothing'll ever be the same.somehow, i find myself wishing for the old days.can't time just turn back?what is it to be true to myself?what does true friendship even mean.random.
lost myself at 9:27 PM