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In an hour of weakness, you'd still believe; to try
Do this one thing for me, make up some stupid story.
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Sean, 310892ngjunkit@hotmail.com Several years and we were right, The things we did and tried, Experiencing different waves and tides, Even if it meant we’ve cried, It’s inevitable for us, To begin to rust, Breaking the thread wasn’t bad, One of us will bring the thread, One will set us back, Soon, We’ll run on the same track; Should we always miss the chance to see? Beneath the mirror lies a scene Bringing us into a whirl Is that what we deserve? We all know we each own an Otherworld — Just a guy behind the smiles Archives
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Thursday, January 28, 2010
- Desperation - The measures a desperate man would take. I feel drained out. No more energy. No more life. No genuine happiness. The outlets, for which I rely on, ran out. I don’t want to admit to becoming a soulless, emotionless being in order to conform and be part of something more. I don’t want to deny the fact that I have frustrations; that I constantly struggle between real and fiction. Why do I constantly force myself to listen to others? I don’t know. Why do others space out just because they feel like it? I don’t know. People often think they’re ignored; but they’re not. I try to think that I’m not ignored, but I feel I am. I’m really afraid to break down again. The last time hurt; and I promised not to fall again. But every reason is telling me not to. The truth: I feel pain in every place I tread on. I’m not an emo’ freak. But I admit: I feel more alone than ever. I can’t take it anymore. Why can’t everyone just consume hatred and make peace? I desperately hope everyone will make peace one day. I guess I’m just frustrated because I feel so much hatred and anger from everyone. I always try to smile and make people laugh. My actions are for a reason: to give people a good enough reason to smile again after all the anger they’ve consumed. But it turns out; everyone doesn’t treat me seriously after that. I just need a friend to understand all of this. It’s as simple as that. Like a man possessed, this is the measures a desperate man takes. |
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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