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    Quotes: Get up before my time, go back to sleep again. Got nothing more to do than hope I dream of you. At least these dreams seem real.


    The truth is...
    Saturday, September 18, 2010, 12:38 AM
    ... I can try to be mad at her and believe all she’s ever said was biased. But at the end of the day I can’t change the fact that I love her. That I’d give anything to have her back. The temptation I’m fighting to not text her. I know she had to leave cause she had to find herself. Hopefully one day she’ll be ready.. Hopefully one day we’ll be together again. It’s the weekend, I’ll have time to clear my head.


    And just in case if you are reading this, how can I not forget your favourite song? ;)