Thursday, March 31, 2011

Every Day

With every day, I hate my life even more as if to say that there is no better way. With every day that passes, I wonder to myself if it'll ever get better before saying to myself no, it won't. With every minute that passes, it feels as if it's an eternity. But with every hour that flies by I try to hold onto the passing memories.

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