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September 13, 2008
You walked with him three o’clock in the morning going to somewhere you both didn’t know. The road he walked was paved with good intentions while yours crumbled with each step you took. And each time you faltered you clutch in to him. For all the times you were with him, your mind is with somebody else. Constantly you think of what could have been if he were him, you think it would be nicer. And constantly you feel lonelier the more he makes you happy. Because the more he makes you happy, the less you feel loved and satisfied.