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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
You Have seriously no idea what's running through in this little brain of mine... Sometimes I just don't want to talk about it. I talk a lot because there's a lot going on in there, but that's not everything. And the things I don't talk about are the things which are silently stored there and will always be there reminding me it's still there. With the passing time, those thoughts are added, and then they form up and they start to link up and I have no idea how linked they are but one day, try will just go poof! I think this this this... Poof! I think that that that... And then with each small things linked up, they are still unspoken in my mouth, but they are constantly gossiping in my brain. Gossiping would be the right one, cos they are noisy. Ya... That's about what I have to say... Conclusion is just because you know me and you think that you know me well, you really don't. Except for my mum, no one knows me better than her and she's does not even know more than 75% of things about me... So just don't think too highly and overconfident about knowing me ya. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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