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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Friday, May 19, 2006
every time i think of you.i get a shot right through.into a bolt of blue.it's no problem of mine.but it's a problem i find.living the life that i can't leave behind.there's no sense in telling me.the wisdom of a fool won't set you free.but that's the way that it goes.and it's what nobody knows.and every day my confusion grows.

every time i see you falling.i get down on my knees and pray.i'm waiting for the final moment.you say the words that i can't say.i feel fine and i feel good.i feel like i never should.whenever i get this way.i just don't know what to say.why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday.

i'm not sure what this could mean.i don't think you're what you seem.i do admit to myself.that if i hurt someone else.then i'll never see just what we're meant to be.

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