you know what?
i hate it when night falls.
really.
surrounded by the walls.
holding back everything.
as much as you force yourself not to bother ; not a single bit.
there're bound to have this point of time when everything just gave way and it start charging towards you ; at a rate faster than what it waas actually meant to be.
i tried to hide. again.
-happy birthday.
the twenty-fifth babies.
the promise that was never carried out.
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it's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along |
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