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Black and White
Crying and crying for weeks.
How'd i survived when i could barely speak.
Barely eat, on my knee.

How sorry could one be, for the pain they have engraved in another's heart? But then, how do we know they really were sorry?

I knew all the lies and betrayal. I've seen and heard from all.
I was utterly disgusted.
But then again, maybe we all deserved it.
I was asking for it.
The truth hurts
But lies worse..

So i'm here writing a letter..

Dear Dreams,

leave me be. Don't come haunting me.

Red manicured nails with white flowers.
Me like. Me love.
I'm a happy girl.
=)

ps: bestie, 15th march is confirmed. Dinner's at 7pm. My treat. =) I miss you!

Love,
Mia