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Saturday, November 19, 2005
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what happens when you fall in love, then you discover it was all an act?
can you give thanks that love is everywhere for you, if it even is?
uuugh. to crumple up into a little paper ball for a while, until i'm ready to just forget, just let go. why? why couldn't those dreams be true? why couldn't that really have been you? but no, you tell me it was all an act, you're really nothing like that, what made me think so?
i would have made promises to myself. but i had to find out. and now i wish i hadn't. maybe you would have changed anyway. but i know it's not true. nobody changes for nothing.
it's frustration. that's all. that beyond measure or expression. just.. sense. and such is its intensity..
why? why not someone else? why you? why who i believed you would be?
bhlam. magical whiplash.
sing buffalo dreams.
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