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Sunday, 28 December 2008
Poppycock

and so it is.

by the end of the day, it doesn't matter. i will still lay some bad impressions to people. they took me so lightly that they put me in a position of all those people they have met before in their lives. it's quite disappointing at how people respond to logicness these days. i called it typical thinking.

they want to protect themselves, but whether or not they are aware that they are reeling people's feelings now and then, its one hell of a good question. don't you think its unfair for the other party? you stole somebody's world, and left that somebody hanging like an idiot with full of (false) hopes.

you know it, and i reminded you, i am not like (any of) him.

i've been watching your world from afar. i've been trying to be where you are. i've been secretly falling apart.


was it not portentous enough for you? what is it that you wanted?

i am quite fine myself being alone here, just don't touch my soul if you knew you can't do it at all. go away, far far away from me, from my world, so that we both can save our own lifes from this growing punched-drunk love epidemic.

i'll draw a line for you.

put a spell - it will be as if we both never existed, i promised you.

the waves of pain that had only lapped at me now, reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.

sometimes when i run, my anger rages. sometimes i just want to punch you so hard till you fall and collapsed in my own imaginations. i'm the catalyst, baby.

well i don't have to worry i guess, cus we're just humans anyway - our memory is no more than a sieve. time heals all wounds for our kind

let it go, spread the love


Sunday, December 28, 2008

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