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she who writes
Myrahans Lafrelle, 18Ich kann ein bisschen Deutsch Hip Hop, Reggae, Broadway Student by the day, Dancer by the night |
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Monday, January 7, 2008
8:23 PM
Like any individual, i live in this world like there's no tomorrow. Nevertheless, I'm not feeling comfortable these days. Every turn i made at every corner of the streets brings more problems rather than solution. I tried to figure it out but to no avail.I told someone about this problem i faced constantly and how it has been bugging me. Someone has been kind enough to lend me a shoulder to pour out all my woes and wees. As days passed followed by months and then a year, we've been talking constantly. I really enjoyed some one's company. But like any other things, i know it's going to end soon. Hence like any other things, it ended. At that very moment i could feel my window panel that has been blocking me from reality, crashed. Crashed into small little fragments. I swear i pretended not to care. I masked all my bloody emotions as pride is all i left to stand intact. I knew i can never look directly into your eyes without detecting a glint of anger. Hell, i really miss you. I don't know why. But i just can't get you out of my system and it's killing me. I dread to hear your voice whispering in my ears with the melodies and songs you've created. Please, just for once. Just once. I'm waiting. |
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