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And lapse into the ways of misery.
Aug 26, 2008

... And today, she asked if I wanted to transfer to another school.

Bad things happening one after the other. Even though I received an apology for this one... Still the damage is done and I can't get over it as easily as I wish.


Spiralling to the ground below,
Like Autumn leaves left in the wake to fade (away).
Waking up to your sound again,
And lapse into the ways of misery.

9:59 PM