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I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
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Keep crying, but stop, when you're done and ran out..
Friday, March 19, 2010

I am miserable. I am so sad, so hurt that I'm breaking me, I'm letting myself go as I'm crying, as I'm reading his old mails, as I'm reading back the way we were, as I'm doing everything I can to see him through my eyes.. But it's too late. It's not the same. We have changed. He's not the same person, and even if I want to defend myself, there's no point.

All I wanna do now is to cry, and for once, I'm just gonna lay down, and cry my heart out, and follow my heart. For once, I will just cry and yes, tomorrow will be better..

Just cry......