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why is it that he is the hardest guy for me to ever get over? I don't know why. I want him so bad. but I just want him out of my forever. everytime I see him I want to cry. and I don't get why.
I was looking at some things, and I started to look threw some old entrys, of witch I found this, one of many things that I wrote, and one of the few that I wrote about him. so yeah.
I had a dream about him again last night. He was just right here. Just standing there. Almost like he was waiting for something. Like he was waiting for me. Because when I walked out of the room, and into the hallway, he was right there, and when he saw me he smiled.
It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get him off of my mind. He’s always there. Just waiting for me to sleep. So that he can sneak in and take over. The one time that I have control over me, I forget that I don’t have control over my thoughts. I wake up in a cold sweat sometimes. And the other times I wake up with a smile on my face.
When will these dreams end? When I wake up, it seems like he has been there. There is that essence of him still around. Like that smell that he has. I smell the air, and it's there. I keep looking around for the source, but I can never find it. It’s no use. It’s just going to keep happing until I lean to deal with it.
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I was looking at some things, and I started to look threw some old entrys, of witch I found this, one of many things that I wrote, and one of the few that I wrote about him. so yeah.
I had a dream about him again last night. He was just right here. Just standing there. Almost like he was waiting for something. Like he was waiting for me. Because when I walked out of the room, and into the hallway, he was right there, and when he saw me he smiled.
It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get him off of my mind. He’s always there. Just waiting for me to sleep. So that he can sneak in and take over. The one time that I have control over me, I forget that I don’t have control over my thoughts. I wake up in a cold sweat sometimes. And the other times I wake up with a smile on my face.
When will these dreams end? When I wake up, it seems like he has been there. There is that essence of him still around. Like that smell that he has. I smell the air, and it's there. I keep looking around for the source, but I can never find it. It’s no use. It’s just going to keep happing until I lean to deal with it.
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