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If life was a battlefield, I'd be the one living.
Ash. 19. I prefer simplicity.
"Life has always been a huge roller coaster ride for me and now I'm really getting tired of it. I just wanna put everything down and let go."
Music is basically the food to my soul. Literally.

Please stay, I don't bite.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Time pass way too fast and things have not get better instead it got really worse. Deaths, rocky relationships, missing things, losing something loved. I must try to be positive. Who said there can't be a bright day even when i'm in the dark? I'll make it change. I did what i did, i tried what i wanted to do. Dreams are breakable, minds will change, worries are temporary, happiness never lasts, Rain may fall and all that crap but i can make things better, for me.
There you go,
sitting way over there,
tell me things that we would laugh about,
worried thoughts were always my concern.
You tell me things that made you upset,
the promises and all those secrets,
were made to make the friendship stronger,
but maybe this was what fate would have wanted.
All your likes and all your dont's,
it's weird to know them all when we're not there anymore.
though i hope you know that i'll always be there for you.
Bitch or no bitch,
you know i'll always have your back.
My stupid words are just those times of anger, meaning nothing.
The future may pass through us like nothing happened,
but memories are forever.
No regrets.
Run far away, so i can breathe. Even though you're far from suffocating me.
9:21 PM

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