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Pamela Suzanne lim

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Tuesday, July 03, 2007



I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok

But that’s not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing

What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do


Dance was awesome. I can finally do my half split jump! I cant wait for dance of frinday. I want to dance. I want to dance till i drop. I want to dance till i have no more energy so that i'll just drop on my bed. I want to dance till it occupy's every thought in my head.

penned at 8:22 PM