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Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.


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my apology
Saturday, April 18, 200912:00 AM


I know on that day itself I know was being mean, ignoring you during your shift and I apologies. Now you know how I feel when you gave me that look and ignoring me everytime when I ask you whether you're alright and all you ever told me is you are when your face expression shows that you're not. I know, I can get pretty jealous at times. Just like you, I'm ashame to admit. So, I'm admitting it now.

When you're around me
I just can't breathe right
And i can't decide if it'sa lack of oxyzen
Or you took my breathaway

XOXO