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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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Friday, November 20, 2009
misguided ghosts. Cause I'm just one of those ghosts traveling endlessly. I'm going (hopefully) to spend my day on Monday with (L) at East Coast or any other beaches in Singapore and just sit on the sand with him. It doesn't matter if we don't start a conversation, I just want to make sure I've got someone with me when my world comes crashing down. I'll lay on his shoulders, and tell him that I miss him, even if we were sitting together side by side. I'll try not to let go of his hand, cause I don't wanna lose him. I'll tell him that I love him, even if I just said it a few minutes after the previous "I love you", cause I know he'd like me to say that. I'll switch off/silent mode my handphone(s), cause I wouldn't one anyone to ruin my Monday with my loud ringtone. I'll put on my widest smile and bestest behaviour, cause I don't one to let myself down with my self pity and sympathy. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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