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domingo, 20 de julho de 2008

When you ask, i give. Whatever it is, eventually i'll give. On the other hand, you dont want me to know anything, because i dont mean enough to you. I mean, why the hell waste your time in confiding in me or even giving me a hint on whats going on in your head right? Because that would mean you'd have to put your ego aside & show me that you actually have normal, human feelings.

Dont tell me otherwise.

Lets use an analogy here. If i say i love carrots, but i refuse to eat them, i look repulsed everytime i see them, i'd rather eat potatoes & i dont want to have anything to do with them.. Do i still love carrots?

But anywho, i'd just have to let it slide yet again because i dont really get anything out of kicking up a fuss.


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