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| lift upgrading is killing me,
the noise and the vibration of pretty much everything you sit on.
i don't know how my brother is able to sleep through it every morning.
maybe he likes it.
kinky much.
someone told me on my birthday that i was really good, probably best, at being pessimistic.
i guess that is kinda true,
probably why we broke up.
it is time to change that,
although sometimes i don't see why i should because i feel rather comfortable being a pessimist.
is it wrong? i don't really know.
i miss a lot of people. i sometimes wish i had the ability to clone myself and teleport to wherever they are and spend some time with them, but my mum will make me realise that im a devil and one of me is enough. i guess i'll just have to wait like everyone else.
photog is a big big big big big huh? right now. | | |
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a storm at sea, bow cracked and i was capsizing
i sunk below where i swore i would never go
if you can't stand in place
you can't tell who's walking away from who remains
who stays?
who stays?
who stays?
there are no tears
just pity and fear
the vast ravine right in between
there are no tears
just pity and fear
i recall the push more than the fall
the push, more than the fall.
i don't really know what to say.
its over, really over.
you wouldn't miss me. i promise. | | |
| a new start,
a new beginning,
a whole new experience,
and definitely more kaching.
you better not screw this up too, girl.
i can do this? | | |
| what if we died crossing the road?
i think it'll be comforting to know that at least i died crossing the road with you,
charlene aienma poon. | | |
| after a while
you will start to realise
that my intelligence is made up of naive wonder-ious thoughts | | |
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