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Saturday, June 21, 2008

tonight im falling, and i cant get up
So what does she really wants?

Boyfrnd? or grades?
and it seem she cant handle both at the same time.
so she just have to sacrifice one
and its definitely not her grades

so even shes gna regret it a few days.. months.. years down the road.
she still has to make it happen.right?

toss millions of coins
millions of questions, millions of doubts
stared into millions of blank spaces
millions of flashbacks of the times they shared
used up millions of boxes of tissues
and millions of tear-stained pillows

millions and even more millions
but she has made her choice
how easy it seem
but it hurt like a million daggers piercing
through her flesh and bones

furthermore, nothing seem to approve of us at this period of time
its like a single warrior up against thousands in a battle
maybe im exaggerating. okay i am
but she definitely cant handle it.

crap
i need a hug. badly
goodbye my love

-ryl

maybe things arent so bad.at least i have gd frnds. okay. maybe gd frnd at that moment. but hes enough. love that tweety bird. haha