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so im sittin here.with music playin.
classical actualli.weird ya.
classical is nice in the wee hrs.
it suits my mood.
mild but passionate.
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okay.arty farty.
n i cried a lil jux now.
dont ask me why.
why was i born emo.i wonder too.
i am not a sunshine gurl.
i wonder.
why am i alw so tired.
why am i alw so alone.
dere are pple arnd me.
dere are pple dat care.
and yet it feels like no one’s dere.
i tink its part of growin up.
life is too fast.
pple cant love dat much.
everydae my youth is being wasted.
everydae death steps towards me.
one dae i will look back n tink of life.
and tink of the youth dat passed me by.
dont u ever wonder how u will die?
or more of when u will die?
when i die.will dere be people at my grave?
i have seen myself dying many times in dreams.
many times i wake up in tears.
bcos i can still feel the fear.
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i cant imagine.if i were to lose a loved one.
i dont tink i wld be able to take it.
i tink i wld break like a toothpick.
it seems as though everydae the bubble im in cracks.
and the walls cave in.
if onli i cld fly or be transported to another place.
whr i lie alone in an open field.
whr im not afraid.
but rather relaxed and whole.
i tink im too depressed as a kid.
mayb i am eh.
maybe.
x listenin to : sappy piano pieces.
