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Friday, November 05, 2004

i`ve da feelingg of pen-nin sth down herre. I`ll start ..
I was once headd overr heels forr youu. But not anyymore.
Youu ain`t da one i`m lookiin forr..
Youu`re not myy Prince
You wouldn`t be da one who will rescue miie from that dreadful castle of webs andd spideyys.
Youu will not sayy " I lurve you" from da bottom of urr heart.
If youu saidd youu lurfedd miie,
youu wouldn`t haf hurt miie thiis muchh.
I detest youu.
I loathe youu.
I hate youu.


We can't return,
we can only look behind.
3:51 PM