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Wednesday, 25 March 2009
still chasing when it's gone

i got all the chances in the world. all.

chances by chances, they all came, but i blew them away. every single one of them. i got nothing to blame but myself. i expected more, now i'm miserable. the truth is, i'm miserable.

you have been the one for me

invisible - it's my fault. i chose to alienate myself. i exiled myself from anything in this world when everything seems so easily to be given up. i'm broken, so broken into pieces that nothing can glue me up again no matter how much i tried to fix myself sometimes. i'm so hollowed. for all the lost souls, i feel you. i know what it's like. we can't do much can we? the best choice we got is to gulp down every inch of sorrows we had.

the question is, will it ever come?

another truth is, i knew nothing about it. i just want to run away, as far as possible.

So let me on down cus time has made me strong. I'm starting to move on. I'm gonna say this now. Your chance has come and gone. And you know what I meant.

And I can't wait but you know all the right things to say. You say you dream of my face but you don't like me. You just like the chase to be real. It doesn't matter anyway.

It doesn't matter anymore. we're both gone


Wednesday, March 25, 2009

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