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Baby, don't say goodbye.

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Hello, Chunz is the name.
Balling is my game.
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007 { 10:01 AM }

sometimes it's not even worth fighting for.
since you dont give a damn, i dont think i should either.

sometimes i wonder,
was it because of the way i acted,
the way i put my words together that,
shaped everything?

if i had done it all differently,
would things have turned out the same?
or would it have been better?

if i had tried my hardest, my best,
would i wind up at this very spot?
or would i now be somewhere else?

were things ever within my control?

if you were never special to me,
would this place be taken by someone else or would it be just empty till the day i meet you?

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