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Thursday, September 27, 2007

i've a sudden urge to blog some emo quotes.
i don't know why, but i feel this tinge of insecurity taking over me. and it doesn't feel good at all.


Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation.
One more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever?
If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days.
And none will outweight the one you wish you had back.


I've got to move on, and be who I am.


I started smiling, cause you were smiling.

Mmaybe it's just an act, maybe you still
do think of me often, in stealing moments,
or at night when you can't fall asleep.
wondering if, i was wondering.


Go ahead, tell me you'll leave again.
You'll just come back running holding your scarred heart in hand.
Its all the same.
And ill take you for who you are if you take me for everything.


I've seen nights without sleep, days without daylight.
These memories I keep, won't keep me warm at night.
The coldest part is the heart that we share.
It's breaking apart and you're not even here to say things will get better.


Maybe that's a blessing in disguise because I doubt anyone would believe what went on.
Thinking back on it now, I wish nothing but the best to you.
And despite everything we've been through, despite the heartache that followed every fight,
and the nights spent sleepless talking to each other under the moonlight -
I hope you'll still be able to mention me with a smile.


Unintended.
9:03 PM