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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
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Friday, December 24, 2010
- . - I finally know the answer. My answer. Turns out it does not have to have a bad ending. Perhaps not. No doubt, endings are hard. But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it? I made a promise. It's never too late. Wednesday, December 22, 2010
-.- I just don't understand what is wrong with me. I can't explain my sudden outburst of emotions. I don't know what is happening anymore. Help. I need to talk to someone badly. It's all too hard for me to understand. Is it... Tuesday, December 21, 2010
With every minute ticking away. Sunday, December 12, 2010
- Holiday - I guess you needed to be free when you took a holiday from me. Wednesday, December 8, 2010
- Last - Going through endless cycle of misery, we often do things that get us trapped, unable to handle the relentless waves of disappointment and pain we face. I know I'm always trying to be the one starting conversations, making jokes and being the start of something new. But that's just it. I'm the start, always the first to talk to friends and have fun. But no one ever finishes their chapter of their life with me. I was hurt once. Twice. And now I'm going to face a possible third one. I used all my energy and effort to talk to someone. And now, someone has moved on. I don't know if there's a problem with me or what. But I do know its hard being the friend that will be left at the sidelines. The friend who will become alone in the end. I don't know if i really should try to change, to be someone that doesn't care. But I can't. When I discussed this, some said they will try to change. But nevertheless I still had to start the conversation rolling with them. People never change, and despite my naivety to change oothers, people don't reciprocate. I'm desperately hoping for some kind of release; moving on. And I admit that although being a atheist, I found my self praying on the sidelines. I prayed not for money. Not for fame. Not for luck. But for these friends. Friends whom I know will never reciprocate my efforts, and that despite a starting a story with each of them, I will never get to finish that story with them because they will only finish it with others. What I'm really trying to say is, I sincerely hope they finish their story. Their story is half written with others, while my story is still unwritten. And I'm praying for the day when that someone completes my story for me. With me. Sunday, December 5, 2010
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I'm losing patience, waiting on you to believe
Cause.. I'm just restless |
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