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Saturday, February 24, 2007 @ 1:54:00 PM So you buried all your lovers clothes And burned the letters Lover wrote But it doesn't make it any better Does it make it any better? And the plaster dented from your fist In the hall where you had your first kiss Reminds you that the memories will fade what do you do, when you're too spoilt for choices? i need to learn to say no. but when i do, how come no one seems to care? sometimes, i just want to remain unknown. |