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sing it out loud
So she said what's the problem, baby?.what's the problem, I don't know well maybe, I'm in love love. makes me wanna turn around and face it but I don't know nothin' 'bout love, woah~ |
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This blog was opened by Anne Ng to accomodate her mind's silly musings and her daily rantings.Do enjoy your stay here, and don't take what's not yours! tagboard
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Damn you Can you hear me? Screaming in the murky depths of my heart Wishing you were here, to bear the load with me. We knew that our lives were in peril that death was around the corner, and you said, you'd live for me, and made me believe that it was true. I believed you, did you know? I wished, hoped upon hope that what you said could be true that through that mask, the smile was genuine. But I waited for something that wasn't going to come, You didn't think of me again but maybe I'm flattering myself by saying you ever did. But you went and got yourself killed so much for everyone's perfect hero so much for your fake smiles so much for your empty promises of love. I wish I could have you back with me just for a minute, maybe two whether to slap you for leaving or to embrace you for coming back. But I know that's impossible, and I'm not wasting time on you So, here at your gravestone, I'm telling you, I'm through. A/N: I must say, this one came out weird and all, but I had to write it for a jumpstart to my next chapter for SNYSF. Anyway, I hoped this came out well, even when it sounds all angsty and weird. Pray for all those who are like this, who may be like this, or bordering on being like this. Pray for the sick and oppressed, the poor and the lame, the blind and the deaf, cos they aren't as lucky as we are. moira out |