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OBLIVIATE;
Muse
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Way Out
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Kiss me please, and don't stop.
Friday, October 31, 20149:03 AM


So many memories about you and I really have no idea what to do with them. Do I sweep them under the bed or do I face them without any resignation because I don't want to hurt but I don't want to deal with a flood of emotions when they hit me again. Had so many dreams and I want to see the Christmas lights with you but no, not anymore I guess.

I hate getting this choking feeling especially in public because I'll just look like a wimp. 

"Feelings don't die easily because we keep feeding them with memories."

Had a lovely time with my class yesterday and I can't believe it's going to be close to a year together (: Every class I've been to is so different though, but 5C11 is generally made up of super duper caring and nice people, and I'm very thankful.