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Jonathan Lim
01 06 91
Raffles Institution, Raffles Junior College
explosive_19@hotmail.com

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BLACKWHITE

Friday, July 10, 2009
10:02 PM

it's time to up the stakes. all the bets that were off are now back on. everything, if anything, is on the line. it's time to give you up. it's dead tiring holding out a candle for you when you never look my way. you're flat out perfect, but i'm never meant to be perfect so i have to let this one go. i know there are countless others just waiting to be in your presence, and even more hoping to hold your heart. you're not in that place now, and it's heartwrenching to be the only one there. the only one waiting. i think i've taken this joke too far. enough is enough. it's time to give up and move on. if ever, by fate's hand or life-changing luck, you decide to give the hopeful a chance, i'll be the first in line, waiting for you. i always will. but until then, it's time to put these feelings away for a long long time, and find some other musings in life to occupy my empty heart. it was nice knowing you, and not knowing you at all.

i remember the days we spent together were not enough,
and it used to feel like dreaming except we always woke up.
never thought not having you here now would hurt so much.

tonight i've fallen and i can't get up,
i need your loving hands to come and pick me up.
and every night i miss you i can just look up,
and know the stars are holding you, holding you, holding you tonight.

immaculate and inadequate ;