It's 4 in the morning now. can't seem to sleep. although I'm like freaking tired.
It's never nice to be the last to know. I seem to always be the last.
What's wrong with being a nice guy? You get trampled all over.
Putting too much trust in people, will open up the doors of lies.
Why is it so?
Olivia's voice is humming in my head now. Serenading my world. Soothing my heart, my soul, my spirit.
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