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|christini (profile) wrote, |
on 1-5-2005 at 5:11pm
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|Will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that you're deserting for better company? I can't accept that it's over, i will block the door like a goalie tending the net in the third quarter of a tied game rivalry. so just say how to make it right. and i swear i'll do my best to comply. tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together ?
I feel i must interject here. you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history. so let me help you remember. i've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. i've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave. so please back away and let me go.
i can't my darling i love you so... tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
don't you feed me line about some idealistic future. your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.
i admit that i have made mistakes, and i swear i'll never wrong you again.
you've got a lure i can't deny, but you've had your chance so say goodbye.
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** say goodbye...