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why?
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June 27, 2008, 08:21:pm
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so many things can be asked with the word "why",but how come so many of those questions can never be answered as simply as it was asked? somebody who i love has asked me why, i have asked myself why. to my dismay,i've yet to find an answer;a true answer. we both ask why i fucked up, and i wish i kneww. stupidity maybe? perhaps lust? i thought it was insecurity.....i don't really know and maybe i never will,but i hope i would be able to one day so i can give a reason that justified my actions....our story was like a scattered dream that was but a far off memory, a far off memory that was like a scattered dream, i wanted to line the pieces up,hers and mine, but i only ended up destroying everything. now those pieces are but a scattered dream;a far off memory......i still feel love
Mood: blank
Music: atreyu-our sick story(thus far)
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