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Friday, February 04, 2011
Everyone has a choice.
Mine was to fuck it up n being despised the later.
Not from the usual Tom, Dick n Harry.
But from those that you love and care the most.

It's a pity.
That I'm still breathing.

I sat with a kitten today.
She's happy because she doesn't knows
she's stray.
She look at me curiously, not knowing why I
sat there alone with my head buried in my hands.

Why does words hurts?
Why do I feel pain?
Why do my feelings have to revolve around him?
Why can't I ignore them?
Why must I feel small?

I don't know where my feet took me to tonight.
At the end of my thoughts,
I was in the middle of a secluded pathway
beside a state land.

Lonelier than ever.

Love doesn't comes with a status.
If this is love.
Why was I judged?
Why was I not forgiven?

If god exist.
Please make me stronger so that I can
move out of it.

Running tru the monsoon