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so sleep alone tonight
Shu Ern.
16 earthling years. Gutsy and sarcastic. Mushroom on head. Hide sweets at unreachable places just so that she doesn't eat too many of them. Breed dinosaurs. |
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Not your cliche love story
How long can we hold on to it anymore? Tell me, you're trying hard and it hurts you like a bitch inside not to talk to me. Tell me, you fake your smiles. Tell me, you want to talk to me. Tell me, it's not just me feeling this way. Tell me, you want everything to be alright. I know she's more important than me. Maybe I should have make an impression bigger before. Maybe I should make myself so important that you couldn't live without me. But I know I'm easily replaceable. I don't mind being the least important. I don't mind being abandoned. I don't even mind that noone's on my side. Cause I believe that when we're together, its ok. The desire of wanting to treasure this isn't making anything in life easier. The fact that we're farther apart can't be denied. Even if I'm hurting inside, I won't say it out loud. Cause I know I'm making it hard for all of us. Tell me what to do. Abandon me if you want. I will do whatever to save this. Somebody has to be the sacrifice and I don't mind that person being me. I want everything to be like it used to be. When it seems like a stupid ordinary boring fantasy but back then we're happy. At least we're happy. What if I failed my exam? But now, everything just feels like adding salt to the wound. I kept things to myself, so if you seriously want to make up with me like I do, talk to me. We will sort things out. I'm sure we will. We're best friends afterall. Even if we don't get along well, even if I don't like your favourite colour or celebrities, I'm sure there's still something there that makes us, us. Come back. Be what we used to be. I'm praying hard. |