an accident.

anyone out there still believes in co-incidence?

which is right after u said something

there's somebody in the other corner uttering the exact words uve just said

that somebody was in a different chat topic

but uttered the same language same words same line

in the same time, same place.

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it was so crowded, so loud

that u wouldnt hear ur own voice even if ure distracted for a second

but still,

that somebody's voice was so clear.

every word was so clear.

so loud...

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hm, try to recall how we met each other?

was it merely because of co-incidence?

or there's somethign else?

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shhh....

i believe in fate.

i always do. . .

11am, lying on the bed ,wide awake.

11am, im still lying on the bed

for the past ten minutes

I tried very very hard

to recall what ive dreamed of last nite

want to remember

because i remember, its all about you

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ahh.. but seems like dreams are meant to be forgotten

it was so clear, like u can touch and feel them

but in the moment u open ur eyes

the memory just dissapear..snap

in a fraction of second

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how good if there's a device

to record down my dream while im asleep

and then i could replay them over and over again

those sweet moments we yet to go thru

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yah.. dream on

but before its invented

let me really crack my head again

and think of wats in the dream..

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11am, im still lying on the bed.

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dreaming, with my eyes wide open

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p/s: i asked, how to dream of someone evnight?

u said, must think and misses them, all day long. badly.

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wanted to tell u

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i did.

all day long,

badly.

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p/s : dont forget our dreams.

paris' 15 °C.

30 °C outside my window,

winamp playing "je' taime madame" inside my room

view of Opera de Paris Bastille in my desktop

and the weather report

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in the hot and humid afternoon

i try to picture my self in the Louvre Museum

breathing the air of Jardin du Luxembourg

making a wish infront of Fontaine de Medicis

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15 °c in Paris,

how'd it feel standing on the eiffel tower?

how'd the coffee by the street taste like?

how'd it feel to be there with u?

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pls time, pls

quickly pass me by...

would you slip away without letting me know?

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i want to be there

as soon

as possible ..

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i cant wait. ..

monster.

he gives you sweets
he gives you poison
he knew he's the only cure to it
he knows your heart is aching
but he wouldnt let you die
his heart is aching for you
but he wouldn't relieve the pain in you

you should know
he's everywhere, no matter you want it or not
he'll appear anywhere, no matter you need him or not
it's not important anymore
whether u think there's love or not
you cannot stand it anymore
but it feels like you can never runaway.


he's a monster
he's a monster

he's a monster in us.

sweetest torture.

I guess i could just look away

dont wanna look at ur face

and pretend that i dont care, dont miss u anymore

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i guess i could just smile at somebody new

somebody sweet and kind

who would try to get you off my mind

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I guess I could leave this agony behind

or take a sleeping pill at night

so that i dont have to go through what i go through

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If i could listen to the dating tip

and pretend u dont exist

and dont have to dream what i dream of

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i guess i could take cigratte and beer

and act like u've gone away

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but i cant,

i dont want to

i dont want to get over you

dont want to get over love.

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p/s : ur love is my sweetest torture.