When you lived here, it was a city. When you left, it became a town.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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14 comments:
hmmm... nice
I miss you. I really really miss you.
This town got a whole lot bigger since you left.
i love this blog so much. and i dont even know why.
I miss you so much
pls come back to me, bb i love u much...
Come on.
Poetic insinuation aside, why should that be a bad thing? Towns are sweet.
Cities bustle and have too many non-listening people, in sum.
Every one of your post is so beautiful. Signifies something that all of us go through... some time or the other in our lives. :)
how can we talk?
I miss you too..
I always pretend I don't miss you anymore, and that I've moved on.
I pretend that my heart was never crushed into thousands of pieces the day you left.
I pretend that having you here didn't made a difference anyway, because you never cared.
You can only pretend for so long. Every once in a while, my heart still aches for you.
This is really beautiful.
The city has moved into my heart and there it will remain for eternity. If you try to yank it out I will scream in terror!
I love my city of dreams and I love You!
for my story I have to add onto the end
"And when I heard you were dieing It was a Suburb again."
I wish I knew the story of all the anonymous comments. Their words are just as powerful as yours, but you don't know if they are written to the author or somebody else.......
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