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Friday, November 6, 2009
hold me.
hold my hand,
as i fake my smiles.

hold my heart,
as i hurt my soul.

hold my tears,
as i shatter the remnant of my memories.

10:20 AM, i wrote.
0 comments, you wrote.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
0311
I have forgotten whether if it is my refusal to let go or because the hurt has never left entirely yet. it isn't as if memories chose to manifest themselves today. they've healed but never really left.

I find myself wondering what it will be like if nothing has changed. where will we be today then? how will we feel? what will we have become? And it's funny how difficult it had become to picture this possible future of us. two years ago, I could have easily dreamt of what life would be like two years down the road on this day.

but the thing is I can't really recall what I had dreamt of anymore.

11:50 PM, i wrote.
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