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Wednesday, June 29, 2011 @ 6/29/2011 11:47:00 PM `°•.¸¸.•°`
Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine

I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down



Sunday, June 26, 2011 @ 6/26/2011 07:44:00 PM `°•.¸¸.•°`

I do not own the picture above.

I have started my new part-time job.
selling tickets at SHAW century square.
its much much much more easier, just need to sit down and sell tickets.
how lucky i am to land myself in this part time job.
everyday I forced myself to sleep, since I do not have much to do.
and I will not trouble my friends to help me get through this.
afterall, its not their fault.
all I wanted was him to have a little faith and believe in our relationship.



Monday, June 13, 2011 @ 6/13/2011 02:19:00 AM `°•.¸¸.•°`
there it has been confirmed.
in the end we are still going to break up.
every beginning has an ending.
I have only myself to blame.
Not because of cheating on each other, I am just not good enough for him to take any risks.
He is sorry, and he is gonna give it up.
What should be the next step?
Friends or not?
So much effort being put in by me, and it still failed afterall.
every single thing will fall back in place eventually.
other than accepting and move on, what can I do?
Awal took 7 years to move on, how long will I take?
how many crying nights from today onwards.
ily.
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