know what, it’s not even worth it. some people are just clueless about the things that happen around them. why don’t you just ask him?

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i see you beside me
it’s only a dream
a vision of what used to be
the laughters my sorrows
pictures in time
fading to memories

how could i ever let you go
is it too late to let you know

i tried to run from your side
but each place i hide
it only reminds me of you
when i turned out all the lights
even the night
it only reminds me of you

i needed my freedom
thats what i thought
but i was a fool to believe
my heart cried while you cry
rivers of tears
but i was too blind to see

all that we’ve ever through before
now it needs so much more

i tried to run from your side
but each place i hide
it only reminds me of you
when i turned out all the lights
even the night
it only reminds me of you

so come back to me
i’m down on my knees
girl cant you see

how could i ever let you go
is it too late to let you know

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damn pimple. half of my face has been bloated because of an itty bitty small pimple under my nose. it looked pretty harmless one day, and then threatened to make me uglier in the next. i didn’t even go to work yesterday because i was really feeling bad (because of my half-bloated face and because of other things). the meds my doctor cousin told me to take is taking its sweet time to do its job. hay.

anyway, back to a gloomy week.