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Got postcards from my former selves, saying, "How you been?"
We might've said good byes just a little soon,
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon.

"if you're a bird, i'm a bird" (tagboard here)
Sunday, March 05, 2006 @ 7:01 pm


you think you're the only one hurting. well you have no idea. cos you hurt me too. all the words you say only makes the wound deeper. you have no idea how much i cried in church that day.

and i think you still cant trust me. even after so. you cant trust me to know that i'm doing the right thing. you may say you trust me. you may tell the whole world that. but you know deep inside, there is still this suspicion and distrust.

mummy, i still love you. it just hurts a lot a lot a lot ):