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15.6.11 ♥.
After thinking about my life and what i wanna do about it, i've finally made up my mind, i finally know what i want most now - My voice.
I've almost secured a job at a recuitment agency, but i've yet to settle the necessary stuff.
I need my voice back so i can call them back, and if i really get the job, it would mean: Time-passing days, busy schedules, more cash, and less thinking to do.
Been almost a week already, my sweet, lovely voice still hasnt decided to return. ):

I was finally feeling better.
My world didnt revolve around you anymore.
I stayed out and tire myself every night so i could fall into immediate slumber the moment i lay on the bed.
I could finally stop mentioning your name all the time.
I deleted your number from my phone.
I was determined that we weren't gonna cross paths anymore.
And then, you smiled at me again.


& Dont say it, unless you mean it.

We could have been infinite. @ 12:25 PM



QUEEN.

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"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know." - Jeremiah 3:3


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