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Now I can breathe
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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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Girls do what they want. Boys do what they can. People ask me how I'm doing, but every question still has you in. I say I'm fine, and I never think about you but you're always on my mind. I'm getting over you, I'm getting over you most of the time. If I say like I mean it, then maybe I'll believe it like it's true. I'm getting over you. Been playing all the songs you hated. I called the guy I almost dated. He's not the one, but I'm having fun. And I'm better off without you, and I think it's what I want. Even if it takes forever, I'll keep my shape together. I've been doing so much better. If I say it like I mean it, then maybe I'll believe it like it's true. I'm getting over you. It's no use thinking of you, when you don't think about me. You've got a new girl, I get it. I'll move on, well, I hope I do. You were the first, but you weren't the last. I'm not really over you, yet. But I have all the time in the world to do that. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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