september 7th, 2004 / 4:23 p.m.

i really need to get you out of my hea(rt)d. i think there's a problem when i can't stop thinking about you and you can't stop wishing you had never even looked my way. i know all this is wrong wrong wrong when you're writing love letters to someone else and i'm left singing all the same old songs. (it's so repetitive, i know).

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