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turn my insides out and smother me.
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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Saturday, March 7, 2009
I love A.  HAHAx, weekends are oh so boring . Reminds me of us, how we will always talk till the sun goes down, till our mums would shout at us to put down the phone, & we wouldn't listen . I remembered, we got so h****, and we lost control . HAHAx . Where did those times go ? Remember those times when you would say I love you oh so randomly, and you would ask whether I was sure of that ? Then I would reply, " tak nak percaye sudah " . You'd be ending up laughing, & we'd be ending up doing the same thing over again, not getting tired of it . Remember those times we would gossip about a certain person, and that I kept repeating this particular line just so I could irritate you ? If only you could read this , then you'd know how I feel . Looking around at all those happy couples, holding hands while chasing pavements . Fingers inter-twined , being oh so intimate in the bus . We used to be like them . Where did those times go ? Remember those bus rides to & fro school ? I'd lay on your shoulder, you'd lay your head on mine . I'd be holding on to you arms, oh so very tightly, hoping that the ride wouldn't end . I still remembered, in the bus to the interchange, we held hands . We kept letting go, cause of our sweaty palms. Hah, you kept rubbing your thumb on mine, I'd talk very softly, you'd pamper me like I was a little child . I'd keep my head close to you . I walked pass the place where we first held hands . Tears start flowing down my cheeks, it still is . People say I shouldn't be crying over what you did, & that I shouldn't be crying at all . Maybe that's because they don't understand the way I feel about you . I don't think shedding tears for you is a waste of time, cause time spent on you were the best ones yet . Please talk . You know who you are . |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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