November 2009
3 posts
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I don’t know why people are born and die. I’m sad now my great grand mom is gone, forever. Never again will I see her face, her sitting by the door, and make pieces of talk with her.
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This secret is killing me but I gotta swallow it, I gotta forget about it, I’m not my old me to make such a change, and I won’t do it, I won’t follow that voice, it’s not a right thing to do, and it won’t never work out.
Whenever I’m at the edge of losing myself, I always have the guts to give it away. I really wanna get rid of it. But the last minute before...
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I’m neither in need of venting off or letting ins out or nothing. Just wanna drop a word. It’s strange that whilst I’m exciting about the trip, it’s not gonna turn into a combustion, something really strong, making one jump crazy up high. This feeling, merely mellow, does feel like a bar of sugar into a cup of real bitter coffee, like a no-colour ice cube into a...