i want loads of clothes and fuckloads of music.

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don't sell your heart,

Thursday, January 08, 2009

i see it as a test to me.

from a positive angle, maybe God is trying his best to help me
it's best that i kept it inside of me.
afterall, it won't make a different.
yes, yes, it's makes me wonder if it's worthwhile to invest so much; to jump into the pool when i have no idea whether or not i know how to swim.
ultimately, it boils down to choices.
you've made yours and now it's my turn to make mine.
for the meantime, i will absorb all that you hurl to me
till the day i burst like a balloon.
and i promise, you will never find me again.
promise, never again.

4:42 AM