You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
the ticking clock
Wednesday, February 2, 2011 / 1:40 AM

its the night that i kept reliving in my mind.
its the night that's haunted me through the weeks.
its the night that crumbled everything else.
its the night my book closed on me.

you dont know. just like you dont know everything else. so dont you dare go around acting like you know everything. because you judge. you dont care. you wont care. you never cared. you dont know the consequences because you didnt even go through it.



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