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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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Sunday, January 3, 2010
- Sunlight; Sleep - As the sun starts to rise, I feel warmth. The heat that burns bright everywhere. It might be lighting up my world. The world in which people I know live in.  Some yearn for it. In other parts of this world, this burning source is a kind of hope. People hope for this warmth to be ushered back into their lives. Even when it is only a mere, short wait. The short wait in which we have this comfort to ourselves. But do we ever know this feeling? This feeling that gives us hope and warmth. Do we actually comprehend the existence of the Sun? If we cannot realize that, do we realize the existence of others? Those people. The empathy. We ought to let go. Even though there are a million reasons telling you to do so. The voice inside you will always be defying the reasons. Love. Hate. Pain. Fate. We need to move on. But we always hesitate, for the love that these people bring to you. It can never be realized.  When the Sun dies, these people will too. And then, We learn about pain. The manifestation of an act of missing someone's presence when it isn't there anymore. We learn about love. The realization of having to let go even when it means you have to sacrifice. We learn about hate. The denial of the fact that these people are gone, but we still hold on dearly until we eventually act out. We learn about fate. We have no control over things. Like the Sun, it's unpredictable. We learn to cherish these people around us.  |
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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