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Monday, November 28, 2011
Lost of Words
We fight a lot. We fight because of non sense things. We fight because I drink coffee, we fight because you smoke. When me being so childish always an issue and when you acting mature change the mood. A joke for us seems to be so offensive that we always turnout fighting. Not testing anymore and letting our ego get in the way. I'm so hopeless that things will never be the same. When 'sorry' will soon not be enough to forgive, and when texts and calls are soon be screened and rejected. I'm afraid when time has come we end up nothing to say to each other. Lost of word.
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