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AUTHOR'S NOTE : The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
SO FIND YOUR WAY, OUT OF MY SIGHT.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

i'm walking away.

we are good. the world is good. life is long, there will be pain but life goes on. things are not gonna stop just because somebody gets heartache, and i might as well just need to keep up with that. i have to pull myself together. it's okay to cry, to do crazy stuffs here and there, but too much would be a mistake. and my tears won't change anything ; i know i wish that it did, but it just doesn't work like that. past is past, fuck it. who gives a shit anyway?

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