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Monday, February 11, 2008

Prolific fucker

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she perched her head on the window sill, with teary love ballads humming in her sickly mind. Vivid reminiscent got the better of her as she penned down her malevolence in her diary- in which she seeked solace of late. What seemed like a perfect amourish camaraderie had ended abruptly, leaving her breathing every second of life in desolation & a weakly-being frame of mind. After all this time, she realized that fate has been cruel enough to her, 'gifting' to her what seemed like a romantic pantomime, which lasted just for a mere year. Now she knew; her conscious mind sensed the sudden, slamming reality. The voices around her affirmed her exact sentiments. It's just a bloody phony front put out all this while. She finally managed to force herself to apprehend that one year is perhaps viewed as unworthy at all to him. Again & again she wondered, had it always been a one-sided affair all along? How easy could one let go of one's lover just like that!?

He, the best she's ever gotten albeit his stubborn, ruthless decision for a separation. Perhaps he's long moved on, with a new, beautiful girl in his mind. Perhaps he's living in such divinity/bliss right now, ever since she had he finally, happily managed to pull away from his side. All she could do now is wait. Wait for that fateful time, the time to heal this excruciating wound completely. Perfect.

Come what may, those beautiful memories that they've had shared together in this whole length of amourship will always be engraved in the back of her mind. Hence, thanks, with all her heart. Goodbye.

P.S: WTF SO CHEESY SO CORNY
P.P.S: I FEEL LIKE WRITING SOME SHIT OUT
P.P.P.S: BASED ON TRUE REFERENCE GO FUCK OFF.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

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