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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Monday, September 21, 2009
love

What is love?
Love is when we bickers.
Love is when we missed each other.
Love is about both of us.
Love is that its a fact that we can't be angry with each other for more than 15 seconds.
Love is when there is alot more of spaces available, he comes and sit with me.
Love is when you can feel the warmth around you when you are feeling cold.
Love is when he makes me jealous and then take the chance to hug me and let me know how much he loves me.
Love is when i look into his eyes.
Love is there when me and him plays the game that we always played @ 128.
Love is when he boards his bus after saying love you softly to me and i will start to miss him.
Love is all about me and him, just between both of us.
Love is all within our control, :-)
sweet yeah?
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay