I always so spontaneously push my way into the circle but sometimes i am met by turned backs.
Disappointed as i can be, desperate as i can be, but i just like things the way they were (or should be).
I cannot bear being one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory...
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hmm so deep in thought. i wonder what made u write this post? mmm
hmm...obviously a moody night. haha, blekk.
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