Angelina (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} angpwnsyou) wrote,@ 2007-07-25 23:27:00 |
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There's a problem with me. But with me, there's always problems. I realise too little too long; too much too little, all disjointed by your reasoning and trying to rationalise the weight that you impounded onto me within a split second. And I am such an idiot, because I will always agree with what you say. With you, it's always oozing with confidence, and I can't speak the truth face to face, because you still remain in my words today, tomorrow and possibly, forever.
There is no trueness truer than that, and to the words you remind me when I talk to you. We carry on, but the words remain.
There is no trueness truer than that, and to the words you remind me when I talk to you. We carry on, but the words remain.
