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♥ Florence, over-hyperactive. I (L) eating chocolates, and I'm a klutz,as well as a trouble-maker :D I'm fourteen, and July the 15th would be awesome. I love being cheeky and childish. That's the part of me that'll never grow up. I have a mind of a five-year-old and I love putting a smile on people's faces. So if you're down, I'm always here. Netball's my passion, and I'm loving it. I'm hoping for fairytales and miracles to happen ^^. I may be naive at times, but you can't cheat me. Currently attached with baby♥, and still counting on. I'm tremendously spontaneous and hyperactive most of the times. I love sweet things, they simply melt my heart. Equal Equation, L'ove.

Too many locks, too many crimes.
Too many tears, too many lies.


2108 hours, Friday.

I want to cry.
I want comfort, I've sighed.
Tears dropping like rain, my pretense fell through at last.
How long will this serrated pain in my heart last ?
I need help, I need you.
But apparently, you aren't here anymore.
I thought that everything would be well, after so long.
After resolving every barrier that was in our way.
We've braved through every storm, climbed every high mountain.
But baby, don't you see ?
We're fading now, going apart, going furthur.
We're pretending we're alright, when we're actually not.
What's gotten into you, I can't recognise you or your attitude.
Why is it that you're so sensitive, about me and you.
Can't you see I'm trying my best, but I know that you are too.

Now, you're hiding behind some pretense, as if I don't know.
I know you're hurting inside too, and you're putting on this mask.
I've done what I could do. back to top?