scramblestorm


Let's stop pretending i'm not hurt, that something may happen, that i'm not crazy in love with you, that i don't cry all my tears each time i'm alone, that everything is easy, that i don't struggle everyday, that i can live without you.
Because really, i'm weak and on my knees, suffering and wondering. I can't keep crying any longer, i'm sick of having you in my thoughts day and night, each time I see you..pretending to be someone i'm not, trying to keep myself together when my heart is about to rip right through my chest.
They say it happens for a reason, did I deserve all of this ? maybe so..maybe happiness never lasts, maybe i didn't deserve you. I wish it never ended, I do, I wish I could move on like you did. But I keep holding on, and I keep hoping, that spark that I have for you may still be in your heart, that you can put away our differences, and I know, it's not easy. I can work it out, I can be better, I can take my heart out with my own hands and give it to you if that's what you need.
but Could you, Would you ?
I'm bleeding, and Have been since you left my life..
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# Posté le dimanche 12 juillet 2009 01:13

Emily

Emily
Maybe this path, the one we've taken, was given to us for a reason.
Maybe the reason is that we'll grow, maybe we'll be stronger, maybe we'll cry more
maybe we'll fall down harder, maybe it'll be dark and rainy around us..
The only thing i'm sure of, is that i'll always have you.
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# Posté le lundi 06 juillet 2009 13:54

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# Posté le jeudi 18 juin 2009 20:41

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Come fly with me
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# Posté le mercredi 17 juin 2009 19:43

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Perdu de chez Perdu
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J'suis la, 11h46, mardi soir, malade. J'tourne en rond entre Facebook et Skyrock,jme pose des questions pertinante et existentiel.J'attend un signe de vie de quelqu'un, quelque chose. J'me sens vide, j'le suis. Pourquoi tout se finit si vite, pourquoi tout a une fin. T'as beau pleurer et dire c'que tu veux, sa changeras rien. T'sais, y'a cette grande photo, avec tous tes amis et ta famille et toi. Tout le monde sourit sauf, toi. T'es la parceque on te dis de l'etre, parceque dans le fond, t'as pas vraiment le choix, personne a le choix, y'en a qui sont assez fort pour allez jusqu'au bout, y'en a qui abandonne en court de route, comme ils disents, c'est la vie.
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# Posté le mardi 02 juin 2009 23:45

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