If it's dead, bury it. Dont sleep with it

Flashes of memories triggered as i walked past him. Remembered vividly when we first met. He was average, not the one that i wuld go for. but there's something about him that magnetically annoys me.

he was the classic ugly duckling story, broke, angry, discriminated and ignored. His dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes personifies gentleness but being "light" denies him of the pain he endures, thus he put on on a mask to cynic the world. Provocative much, he spoke of reality like no other. Unraveling issues discussed behind closed doors, issues that were denied for it's ugly truth.

I needed that cynical view. i needed that splash of ego to rough me up. weirdly enough, i needed to offense the world.

but like all them other tales, we fell apart. Hell, i even forgot why. I guess we were destined for so much better. I know it.

Looking back, so much have change since we last saw each other. There was no more love, but this knowing look that we exchange indicates respect. respect of the decision and infatuation that we once had. i have no regrets. the road was just not ours. thanks a lot......EMINEM.













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"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
Love the way you lie"