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Thursday, July 27, 2006
It's a wonder how some songs in our playlist are so damn nice yet we just passed them by. And isn't it the same with people in your life- the ones that are kept hidden away are normally the ones who care the most about you, while the rest are just 'songs' that exist for just that short period of your life.

Now I <3 My Chemical Romance, ahaha. I guess it's always songs that wonderfully potray my emotions. I can't hell give an answer about how I'm feeling now everytime someone asks me about it. Look at the SONG I'm listenng to, and you'll know. Yes, the song relects me, clear as ice.

I'll take, two weeks at the very most. Hearing them talk about their new-found partners caused a tingling in my heart, almost like deep regret that I'm letting go. Just. like. that. But I guess even if it starts, it won't last. We lead two different lives, and I guess, a wandering guitar player with no shit worth bragging about isn't worthy of a dancer that never seem to be anywhere near me.

In the end, it's still those non-living things that never ever parts. My dusty guitars, and the few thousand songs waiting to be played on my playlist.

5:14 AM

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