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orangeeeeyy Missyan

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I really feel like spilling everything out.
Letting everything out.
Sharing everything.
Let it go.
Let it out.
Let you know.

I know I can't.
It'll just mess up everything that we've built up.
That I've built up.
LOGIC OVER THY HEART.

I just hope you'll never ask.
Never ask why I'm in love with that song.
Please.
Cos I won't have the heart to reply you.


and there she goes chasing her fairytales, 02:03