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I live light years from you. I'm a music connoisseur, an artist, a foodie, a lack of grace dancer, a frustrated singer, an over-rated actress. I'm somebody when you're nobody I'm unpredictable when you're dumbfounded I'm the war in your head vs. your heart I'm amazing even though you're asleep I'm the train that will never keep you waiting & I'm the only one who'll follow you into the dark.


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5/9/09 { 5/09/2009 09:07:00 PM }

I have a lot on my mind now.
I just dont know where to begin.

I'm wondering..
Do you miss me?
Do you still think about me, at night?
Do you want me back? For good?

Only you can answer these questions. But we dont talk anymore. & even if we do, we avoid having conversations related to our past. And so, i will never know the answer.

Sighs. I miss the hand that i used to hold so tight andthose big brown eyes.


Three words: I miss you, and yes it still doesnt change ANYTHING.