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Monday, June 19, 2006

i used to think that it doesnt bothers me.

i used to think that somehow things will work themselves out.

i hate to think that im idling away while others are at work earning their keep.

i always hope that somehow a miracle will happen.

i don't feel like talking about this, but why is it that everyone's asking me the same questions?

i used to think that it'll all fall into pieces as time passes, but im now having doubts.

but somehow, i feel that im enjoying myself while in the midst of this, and also that i should take my time.

it's always me, myself, and I. Where are YOU?


steph @ 6/19/2006 02:26:00 PM

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