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strikes back | Tuesday, August 26, 2008| 11:18 AM | jon

its true when they say the past will always haunt you. sometimes, u really want to turn to it and say 'FUCK OFF, WOULD YOU?! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!'

I can never understand why you are still picking up his calls. i can never understand why u would still want to speak with one of such low life-form. i can never understand why you would even consider calling him back, i can never understand why you'd want to say things like if i want to, there's nothing you can do wat, to me - such words, that weighs nothing but stabs a million times more painful than a dagger. i can never understand why would you even give what if's that u'd just call and don't tell me, and i'd not know anything and i wouldn't know.

if it isn't obvious, IT IS A SON OF A BITCH. if it isn't obvious, IT IS NOT WORTH IT. entity with such low values actually don't even deserve a noun to be represented.


if you'd just get yourself away from it,
if you'd just leave it all behind,
if you'd just erase its presence,
it'll all be fine.

and i thought i was strong, when i smiled but all i did was take that fear, multiply it by a thousand times and kept it. the feign smile is my only cover-up for my insecurity because i know its capabilities.

like how i trust god, but just don't trust jesus.
i trust you, but just not the guy friends you have around you especially IT.

.About.

Name: Jon
age: 21+
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jw
doug
don
jere
shane
steffi
yap xiong
rach
SCAT

.In my CD-player.

Killswitch Engage - As Daylight Dies