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Tuesday, November 01, 2005
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i desperately want to shout to the whole world how much i miss you. and more importantly, i want to tell you so.
but i can't. the hatchet has to be buried. we all have to keep on going. i can't let feelings get in the way.
i hate secrets, and i hate that i'm always keeping them.
i watched a japanese movie once [the title escapes me now], and one of the characters couldn't tell the other how much she loved him, and so she went to a mountain top and she shouted it to the wind. and when the wind blew, the world was alive with her secret, and he knew. so that it wasn't a secret anymore.
Crying Out Love From The Centre Of The Universe.
what a poetic movie title [not the title of the movie above, but a title nonetheless].
maybe it's just me but you seem finally happy i don't think i've seen your face just glow like a neon sign and maybe we should be alone for ever after 'cause even though the nights are long at least i'll make it another day
'cause i can't live if you're not happy i can't live if you cry but i can live without you if it makes you smile
- maybe it's just me, butch walker
+ posted by M @ 11:07 PM
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