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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Sunday, July 23, 2006
jerine♥, 12:40 PM


that grey area sentimental people like to call memory.

i don't know how, i don't know why.
but things just happen.
for whatever reason i know not.

i'm sorry.
things don't always go as planned.

everything is just passing me by.
going into that grey area sentimental people like to call memory.

it's far away and out of reach.

i'm not trying hard enough.
maybe i'm not even trying.

we're down and out,
the stars are misaligned,
and everything is just not right.

the earth will move,
time will past,
and i just pray i'm not left behind.

a film without sound.

there's no room for me.
i'm different.
i'm invisible.
but i'm still me.
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