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simply stupidity
Monday, January 12, 2009 . 11:59 PM

why does lovers make plans and promises?
why does it hurt so bad when we think about it?
why does that happen if we are doubtful that it will happen cz of the present situation that we are in?

stupid questions.
it hurts.

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