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we could end up broken hearted, we don't remember how this all started...it's our time, it's our time....

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This damn mood is getting me down too easily. The inner gut feeling i have of something dying slowly and painfully is insistently piercing my heart. I sense that soon all this may be just a memory conveniently locked up somewhere in the recesses of someone's mind.

Please, let me be wrong on this.

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and i'm just a waste of her energy, she's just a waste of my time... so why don't we get together, we could waste energy tonight...

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i miss the security that three simple words give me. i am lost, confused and more than a little bit frightened by the fact that everything is in enclosed by the shroud of doubt. i wish you can assure me somehow that it's ok.

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why do i suddenly feel like crying?