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Saturday, October 3, 20091:04 PM


he stop reading.i stop updating.

it doesn really matter as im busy with school assignments. lots of them. you know i just wish that you did actually came down like you said you would. i know im being selfish. you know very well that i wont be able to see you at work as often as i wish i could as im doing the opposite shift as you as i'll be working morning on weekdays. school is being a bitch. and i'm promising myself i should priorities school til i graduate soon.
everytime i were to see his name pop up on my cell phone screen when he calls, i get all excited. speechless over the edge, im just breathless. how often does he call me anyway, with his sarcasm.

i cant get your smile out of my mind
i cant get you outta my mind
i cant forget the day you embrace me like you miss me.

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