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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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Friday, May 1, 2009
WHEN REALITY SINKS IN...
1:26 PM
 It was raining cats and dogs for the past few days Thunder and lightning became the props Back then in class, I was hoping for shine and rays With breeze and warmth, I can run and hop The year has not been a breeze like I picture it. Wanting something is never enough, it needs passion and determination to reach it. Nevertheless, I'll hold and run this race of mine till the finishing line. Pretenses won't get you anywhere near honesty. Wearing a mask and waltz your way through the ballroom may not sustained you till the end of the dance. For many will notice your flaws and faults. When the orchestra plays the beautiful piece of music, you will not flow through it but falter every single steps you took. Aye, it's going to be an unpleasant sight but that's what you get for playing with fire. Someone used to say that you can never shut the chatterbox, but you can shut the lies and sins that's coming from it's filthy gap. It's not like a machine where there's a remote to control it. It's like a disease that gets out of hand easily if there's no cure for it. Till now there's no cure for it, I think. However What goes around, comes around What goes up, must come down Pondering about the same thoughts can drive someone crazy overtime. Likeswise when you're expected to give a reply to a bloody question. It's a situation where many will not rather be. Contemplating about certain issues has got me to realise that choices are never fair and so is life.
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