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    Thursday, December 18, 2008
    Post #09

    I realized that these few days.... 

    I haven't really been loving myself. 

    Place you as a priority over myself. 

    I don't even know why.

    It doesn't even make sense to me. 

    Maybe it's the idea of helping you

    Wanting to take you out of your own little circle of depression. 

    Desiring to hear you laugh

    Hoping that your day will be fine 

    Longing to see you grin 

    But I didn't know it'll backfire so much. 

    My dear, I draw the line here. 

    And this is the furtherest I will go 

    because you stopped me on my tracks. 

    I'm really sorry. 

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