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Monday, September 18, 2006

I'm in a dilmma.
I wish and pray god will come to me and tell me what to do.
Dear lord, din you hear me crying?

Time and again its happening.
When will i belive this ur words are truth?
When i see those tears in ur eyes,
i tot ya, im the one you need.

When i see all those things.
My heart sank.
i scream as loud as i could.
So people can hear my pain.
I hope i can scream till my voice is gone.
I hope i couldn't speak,so i can never shout at you anymore.

All these time i felt i was a fool.
I guess i was wrong, it should be the dumpest-biggest-stupid fool in this world.

I can no longer know whats true and false.
I can no longer sense if you are speaking the truth or not.
Its killing me just like how its killing you.
Is this another mistake i made?
So tell me what i should do now?

Who can come and pity me now?
you, you or you?

you know, its so tiring.
to quarrel the same old problem that i tot have been solve.
playing those emo songs to let those tears hiding inside me to run out.
i hope it drys up one day
so i can never tear so much again.

so many people pass on each day.
why is it not me?
is it true that, people will only know how to treasure you till you're gone?
if thats the case, let me be gone...



it was never like this, why does it have to happen?


{/6:15 PM}
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