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peis.

when your day is long and the night
the night is yours alone
when you're sure you've had enough of this life
well, hang on
don't let yourself go
cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts
sometimes
-the corrs, everybody hurts.


well, maybe.

08 feb 2009. 3.50pm.

the same song has been playing like 20over times for now.
maybe, after a long while or for some time, certain things become unimportant.
we dont quite bother about the details (maybe, we never did bother about them) or any part of it anymore.
many things could have been better, and been more beautiful than they are now.
but it doesn't quite matter anymore.

maybe, it's true that most of the times, we never really wanted anything out of most stuff we do anyway.
maybe, we barely needed something, anything to feel up a certain empty space at some point of time. and once we're over and done with, it's time to discard those things we once held onto and just move on.
it's just like going through the motion.