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I don't describe myself.

Monday, June 29, 2009
across this new divide.

well.
if it was you who had trouble sleeping.
i would have waited.
i would have picked up the phone and dialled your number.
just so i can have long talks with you till your eyelids feel too heavy and give in.
and when the phone goes zzzzzzz.
i would then press end call.
and sleep on my own,
with a smile pasted on me.
but.
that is what I would do.
since i'm anticipating something out of what i've just said.
let me make this clear.
neither am i pushing you or am i expecting much from you.
nope,i dont.
not anymore.