Sunday, January 13, 2008

Killing me softly

I see you wherever I go, I remember the fragrance as if you were with me.
I hate this feeling because I know in the end, it is me who gets the axe.
I can't take this anymore.

I want to forget you or perhaps this tingling feeling. Can't we just be friends? That's what I keep on telling myself.

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