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♡ The Story of Us.
Saturday, November 20, 2010, 7:07 PM
I used to know my place was the spot next to you, now I'm searching the room for an empty seat. Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking.
I'm dying to know if its killing you like it's killing me. I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
Next chapter - 
How had we end up this way.  See me nervously pulling at my clothes and  t r y i n g  t o  l o o k  b u s y. And you're doing your best to avoid me. I'm scared to see the ending why are we pretending this is nothing? I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how. I've never heard silence quite this loud.This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it better when you were on my side.

Damn. I hate how Taylor Swift's words always explains why. OHM.
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Noob told me it was my fault. Me being the ego. I don't get it. Why was it always me.
Sometimes, just dang sometimes, I wish I had someone who understands.
OOMA. PVP. EMATH ♥.