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Monday, January 09, 2006
090106


i knew it right from the start.
that night was nth but false statements.
why not tell me rgt from the fcuking start.
you dont have t lie t me.
i'd rather you break my heart first,
then let me suffer now.
why must you fcuking torture me.
you bring me round your life,
and throw me off mid-journey.
expecting me t pick up the broken pieces,
wounds arnd my wrist,
you'd love t see them dont you.
nw i wont leave the lights on.
cos i dont want you back.
i hate you for lying t me.
i hate you for making me fall deep.
i hate you for backing out now.
i'd rather you end my freaking life now.