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Monday, April 06, 2009
Milk Drunk posted at 1:08 AM

What is wrong with me?
I keep having this feeling.
What have you done to me?

I look at her face, smiling, i looked for your face, and there, you were where i expected you to be.
Beside her.


Shit.


This is not doing me any good. I just hope. i really hope, that i wouldnt do anything that i dnt wish to do.

i want to get over it. i do. really. and theres no space for buts. I have to put an effort eh. But let me have my time k.


I sound like a bloody psychopath. Ranting on her own, having dilusions.

I only wish that i wouldnt feel this ache in my heart. It feels as if its been squeezed so tightly, that i couldnt breathe.



Let me breathe again.
Let me get over it.
Let me have the chance to look at his face, and not feel panicky, not feel the sudden rush of emotions, not feel the sudden need to just sit down and cry, not feel like i would just break into pieces, not feel like as if my legs juat cant hold on anymore, and i would fall, not feel like my heart had been squeezed till it punctures, not feel the sudden need to hug him.

Repair my shattered heart. Thats all i ask.

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