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Saturday, March 18, 2006

affected by the 10 things i hate abt u?
i most certainly am.
so u see.
i remember posting up a nice piece of poetry (tt amanda found) a few entries ago.
seriously, it speaks to me.
esp the part tt i hate it when ure not ard and the fact tt u didnt call.
my fav line.
kinda reminds me of someone.
nvm.
sometimes how i wish tt it could be so easy.
tt i could get some one soo fit for me.
who noes me inside out.
and tries to make me happy.
the pains of being a hopeless romantic.
listening to the tune by don mclean.
watching the stars.
making wishes.
what a beautiful sight.
i will jus melt in the tune and the sounds of ur voice.
and tts the beauty of love.
hopelessly romantic.
nothing else.


10:44 pm



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