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Monday, November 12, 2007

somehow what you says still makes sense.
somehow you hit all my spots.
somehow you still understands me.

maybe i was just confused.
maybe i just didnt wanna admit.
maybe i just dont know what i'm doing.

i suddenly feels so wild.
i'm not set free.
but i feel i'm going wild.
i threw my tantrum like nobody business.
i got angry/upset for small lil things.

it's still not right, somehow...in someway.
i actually feels hurt and broken.
lost and confused.
i laughed at myself for being silly.
i closed my eyes and all i see are images of us.

even the usual morning in the office went terribly wrong.
i cut myself accidentally...
it was bleeding, so much...
i took my phone...
but i put it back.
somehow, the cuts made me wants to pick up the phone and text you.
but second thoughts, i shouldnt.
it's not right.
what can you do?
rush over?
it's silly.

Jo, what's wrong with you?
is this really what you want?

what are you thinking of?
I'm all out of love, i'm lost w/o you

Jo, for goodness sake, time to wake up.
move on, if you have to.
move on if you bear to
move on if only you dare to

Blogged @ 8:53 PM
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