You make me feel like I've some sort of terminal disease, dangerous illness or maybe even aids, thats why you'll never ever want to be with me. Not even, over your dead body.
You're a part of a beautiful memory. A memory that i really don't wish to forget. But since things turned out like this. I guess I've to decide on what are the things i want in life. Hopefully 2010 will be a better year, a better life.
Peace.
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