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With compromise and trust,
honey and candy floss, 2 months flew. We've started to realise the sourish aftertaste of glucose in our mouths. Will we continue to be happy? Or will tonight end like any other, like how 12am passes us by everyday. What is it that we want, or ask for.. I could just have fried chicken every weekend despite dumping the skin. But would you, have salads with me on my every Monday blue?
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4:06 AM
Not sure where this is heading or bringing us.
Each time a new flower blooms, I thought.. I always thought.. This time especially. But yet time and again, it's never smooth sailing. All the tougher it is when you thought you'd finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, then you realised it's just another illusion.. Maybe I am, just another dime. And what I am, might just not be enough.
nothing hurts like love | |
2:11 PM |
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xue :D |