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Tuesday, 3 February 2009
My saving grace

The truth is the truth and the truth will not be called a truth if it doesn't tells the truth.


Finally, the truth decided to reveal itself to me. Everything that I need to know. It held me in surprise. Okay no, not really, more of a shock and disappointment. It's needless to be say, but you are really a much more of a bigger liar than I am. No wonder all those littlest thing really means nothing to you at all.




And to you bigfoot, my love, my one and only, the one that I still believes in,


I miss you and I always do. It's silly to think that you would come back to me, when I know it will never happen. I love you, forever. And as long as I'm still breathing and living on this Earth, you are my biggest regret ever. I sleep with you, with your name and your warmth, your presence still lingers. Your spirit, I can still hear your voice. I can hear you calling my name out so beautifully. It hurts deep inside somehow. I'm sure you're having a good time of your life, since I assumed that you changed to adapt into your new world. I just wish that I could have you back - The old you. But I know, a wish is called a wish because the truth is they never come true.


Baby I can feel your halo, pray it won't fade away.


Tuesday, February 03, 2009

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