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Monday, July 26


this is for you.
"this is for all the lonely people, thinkin that life has passed them by. don;t give up until you drink from the silver cup; ride the highway in the sky."
-lonely people//jars of clay. 
 
this is for you. you like silver; you have brown eyes - and a lovely nose. you love rugby; you play the guitar - and the piano, and the drums; you always eat the same food in school; you always sleep in class; you love.
 
sorry isn't enough, i know. but its all i can do. it wasn't easy, it was a choice. no room for regrets, no space for turning back. what's done is done.
 
the sight of you sometimes makes me wistful - yet i'm slowly giving it all up. i hope you'll find someone better; yet i wouldn't want to know if you did. tears come easily these days - not because of anything else, but that i hurt you.
 
hopefully one day, if nothing else, the endless teasing will return - that which signifies that we're friends again. in the meantime, take care and study hard - unless you want to owe me lunch. -smiles-
 
cheryl.




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