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29 01 10
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Saturday, December 12, 2009 @ 1:35 AM
141209


This is what I think now.

This whole entire week,
I'll be alone.
Everybody is so busy.
& I've no mood to do stuff I'm supposed to.

Trying my best to hold back my tears.
But at time i realise how hard it was.
And I actually had to wait till night,
I'll curl up next to my bobo,
Hide under my blanket,
& cry it out silently.

Tonight, this very moment.
I'm feeling tired of this world.
If I had something sharp here just beside me,
I would probably take it up,
& slash my wrist.
Tat's how I'm tired of life.
That's how sad I am right now.

Ppl say I'm fortunate.
But I never felt so.
Mayb @ times.
That's why I'm living in the hell of heaven.

IT's been a day since you flew.
& it meant I haven't talk to you for 3&half dayz.
At times I wonder if our relationship changed.
Whether your promise is still there.
Why am I even writing this?
You wun even read this.
Just a girl in your world.
The girl you used to treasure.

Everybody is slipping in my grip.
One after another.
Bits&bits broken further.
Tell me I'll pick myself up.
But I know never.
Cuz that's how unimportant I am.

Should I let go? I'll Let god decide. If I don't recieve news by 141209, I'll make my decision.
regardless of how I'm goona regret it.