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breakaway
C A R O L I N E ☆
EIGHTEEN
ATTACHED ♥
Monday, September 27, 2010 // 1:59 PM

i hate this feeling.
the feeling of not being able to breathe anymore.
i need my space,
but at the same time, i really need someone there to lend me a shoulder.
tell me, tell me what i need to do.
tell me how to end thismisery,
cos i cannot hold on anymore.
i, have exploded.

my dear, i dont know why,
but im really scared for thursday to come.
im afraid i might just break down,
im afraid i might not want to hear anything bad.
im afraid of missing you too much nowadays,
im afraid of dreaming of you at night.
afraid that the more i think of you,
the more i'll miss you,
and the more hurt i'll be.