Imperfection

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This is your destiny

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all Superhuman
You did that to me
Super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you, superhuman

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things are getting worst. i guess theres some hidings here and there. i'm tired too. i shouldnt have waste my time. my money. my effort. nonsense. senseless. useless.

i got hit in the face today. damn fucking pain okay. nevermind. YOU wont know either. so whats the point. i guess everything also goes back to my fault. for ignoring you and stuff like that. whatever okay. WHATEVER.

ARGH. FUCK OFF.

♥ Friday, May 18, 2007
11:17 PM