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Sunday, October 17, 2010

NOT ENOUGH MEMORY

SINCE THE FALL, I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK OF YOU.
YOU'RE LIKE A BEAUTIFUL FLAME..
BEAUTIFUL THAN OTHERS.
NOT A DAY PASSES WITHOUT YOU CONSUMING MY MIND.
YOUR FLARE HAUNTS ME AND MAKE ME SCARED.
MAYBE SCARED IS A WRONG WORD. FROZE WOULD BE BETTER.
COZ YOU ARE ABLE TO STOP ME TO THINK ABOUT OTHER THINGS SIGNIFICANT.



I MISS YOU BAD.

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