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Triarc 10:58 a.m. 2005-08-19 Triometric simplicity and an explicit feeling of ending and regret. We can never make this work, i remember the feelings and i'll kill you now so save our suffering. You won't understand but I'll know that i saved you through suicide. A trinity in the eyes of the fallen stars and a sigh to the skies you can't touch me not this time. You know damn well that I mean nothing to you and you mean the world to me. I'm getting used to disappointment and failure. I'm getting used to not being good enough. In every life i touch, i am not the one that matters. Fuck it. You can't love me, you can't touch me, you can't care like i need you to care and its not a failing on your part. It is not failure, just reality. DOn't worry about it back & forth |