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cos i miss you.
miss vb. (tr.) regret the loss or absence of
the more i learn

the more my heart

and there's nothing you can do about it.


Thursday, April 28, 2005

am feeling rather lost, strangely withdrawn, and kinda lonesome? tired most of the time, body aching all over from training. trying new tosses and stunts, getting bruises on hands after miscueing and the rifle whacking my hands. waking up each day with sore arms and wrists. thinking about how life's so mundane nowadays. oh no someone slap me out of this mood. i need a hug, a nice, long, tight, warm hug. just to cheer me up.



lun @ 9:07 PM

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