| i believe that my xanga is useless. I don't use it enough and no one reads it anyway. This is my last entry here.
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anyone who cares can find me at www.livejournal.com/users/xxmichaelaxx
have a great week! |
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| if you don't care, then I can learn not to. |
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| ouch. ouch. ouch. ouch.
things can only stay good for so long. |
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| It's a night for remembering.
I recall, i MISS:
the way he'd say "give me lovies!" when he wanted a hug.
singing oldies and jumping on the trampoline at 3 a.m.
the way I'd smile just at the thought of YOU.
"thanks for caring."
growing up doesn't have to mean growing apart, but when physical distance tries to intervene, things get tough.
No one will ever mean more to me, no matter the distance, no matter the space, no matter the time.
"You're in my heart, you're in my soul" |
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| I'm sorry. I want to be there, to see you, more than anything. I want you to know that I tried, I tried as hard as I could.
I miss you. I feel physically ill when I think about it.
"It's the best friends that need you, in my case, believe you. It's the best friends' lives kiss you...in my case, I'll miss you." |
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