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Monday, November 17, 2008

There's this one day.
u'll be oh soo good to me.
saying good stuff to me.
and the next moment i know.
u were all agitated.
hurling vulgarities.
today you say u wanna talk to me.
the next think i knw.
im left waiting.

will history repeat itself? i wonder.
how long more must i go this way?
im tired. but somehow happy. and somehow disappointed.
and angry. all in one.

one day u'll find me in imh.
is that what you want?

like i've used to say.
17th was never my day.