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Sometimes, being here, right here right now, is not necessarily a bad thing.
This is how it works:
You miss me, and I miss you
You care for me, and I care back
I’m no longer interested in people drama
I’ve had enough trust issues before
I don’t miss anybody anymore
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn” – Casablanca
I’ll be your one that got away.
Someday.
- CP, September 2013
We’ll meet here. At this same place. At the same time.
Every day.
I won’t miss.
Sep – Nov 2013
Basically, my life now.
This time I will do right, and come out victorious. This time, I will not regret not doing this because I will. I will not regret doing this because I won’t.
This time, there’ll be no more excuses. There’d be no soft answers.
This time I won’t look back because I need not. This time there’s only one chance and I must hit it no matter what.
As I haven’t done before
This time I stop life.
An ode for the next 2 months
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