Thursday, September 14, 2006
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the sweet smell of cologne lingers along the walkway. he had left a cheque; a payment for his rental, a payment that came due. my heart ached with emotions as i walked into the room. nothings left; nothing except for memories.
sometimes i could still hear him play his favourite guitar, how he composed a song and made it all about me. i wanted to say so much but i just couldnt. this reminds me so much of that old sensation of my heart cracking open, being eaten up like a soft-boiled egg.
♥
2:58 am
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