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we'll gaze upon the bright stars tonight but don't forget those flashing neon lights





Saturday, 25 October 2008
caught in the moment

broken.

it seems like i am falling deeper than i am supposed to. i have never felt this cold. frozen. the mirrors are my worst enemies, its like as if the person staring back at me could jump out and attack me.


you have become my biggest obsession ever. my heart cries every night, squeezed out like a lemon so dried out of its own zest juice.

sleepless nights and i don't see the silvery moon anymore, i wondered where it has gone to. you are still not in my twilight, though i have long to feel your pale sweaty cold soft hands like i've used to touch before. reminisces doesn't help much, it's draining me out more, torturing and sucking up soul like a dementor would, in a dark corner of an alley. no matter how much i yearned for you, it doesn't matter, it won't make any difference at all.


you will be my edward cullen, my starlight, the bigfoot.


Saturday, October 25, 2008

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