Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear.

Bulate.

Kelangan kong mag-mind set.

Kelangan kong ulitin sa sarili ko na,

WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.
WALA ng FOUR-LEAF CLOVER. WALA.


Pffft.

HECK.

Every time I see you, the urge of throwing my arms around you is inevitable.


I hate myself for loving and liking you almost at the same degree.

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