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trosaa


I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
And I will do as I live.


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Too much that I could cry..
Thursday, January 21, 2010

On air: So Special - Oka feat. Sabria

Tonight, everything sets in at this lonely hour, without you, without anything about you, I can't seem to fall asleep the easy way. I just had to cry the solitude away. I miss you so much. It's strange because I never thought I'd miss you this much for such a long time.

Ever since you were enlisted, things were different. However, things change as we all know it. I've missed you so damn badly before, but not as much as this time. It's strange that way. I miss you too much that I could cry, too much that I cried. I never know I'd need you this much. Not being to hear your voice, to have you to text me in the 6am in the morning and all of those little things of the week, not having all that now, it breaks my heart. Those things were the only thing to keep me going for the week before weekend comes when I can see you again. Now, asking me to wait for you, not having any of those, it kills me. I want to hear your voice and I miss you so much. Baby, I miss you so much. Your phone is ringing, but why can't you just pick it up and say hello?

:'(