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Saturday, April 25, 2009

♥ Mimi

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.
I wrote a note.
A note of my thoughts.
They're meant to be a secret.
But he, of all people, had to read it.
I didn't want him to read it, i didn't want him to know my thoughts.
Shit.
It was a note to burn.
My thoughts were meant to disappear in flames.
Now, i really am pissed.
And who's to blame? Me.
I shouldn't have wrote it.

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