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turn off the lights
and turn off the shyness
cause all of our moves
make up for the silence
the lies |
the fake |
the phonies |
Friday, October 12, 2007
I can create enough distractions for myself, that doesn't mean I'm still waiting.
& it certainly doesn't mean I've forgotten.
My face portrays no emotion, but my heart is raging with jealousy and empty hopes.
If I could turn back time I'd do the exact same stuff again, I'd not want to change anything..well, except for how you feel towards me.
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[bleedtodeath]
1:53 AM
l Walaa Emam l 14/02/1985 l Faculty of Science, AinShams Univ. l Female l
