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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Can't you see that i wanna be there with open arms
It's empty tonight and i'm all alone
Get me through this one
Do you notice i'm gone?
Where do you run to so far away?
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I'm writing again these letters to you on much I know
But i'm not sleeping and you're not here
The thought stops my heart
No more looking i've found her
I'm gone away...

Monday, November 15, 2004

silence.
silence was the last words we spoke
it filled the air heavy with forevers
and the failing smells of yesterday
"this wasn't my intention..." is now a haunting...
the ghost of wispering thougths
ive bled these nights dry with tears
so, here's to sleepless cold and dreams of insecurity
and like before, im left with silence
and the sound of a heart breaking

it's pieces crumble to the floor, promise falls quiet
between stillness and silence, i hear your voice say
"my child i will pick up the pieces"
promise falls guiet between stillness and silence.


the "loooong" weekend is so SHORT!!! so many things wit so little time to DO!! but tink my holidays was well spent, met up wit almost everybody except for a few peepz...well well gona book in abt 7 hrs time.... ARGGHHHH!!!! so lazi to update this blog, promise to after my field camp which means im gona be stuck in T.E.K.O.N.G for another 12 days...gona put up mre pics COMING SOON...2 weeks time

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