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posted : Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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----------------------------------------------- ------ - - -- -- - - - how to start?an idiotic question. my mind is fastened. none of e words is right for me to sketch out my feeling, right now. * * * halfway washing my face, watching e running water, e lather around my eyes tearing down. cleaned saltly. was e foam stung? mayb not. looking in e mirror, my heart is wounded. this was wad happening. pitiful ironic. * * * i'm tired. to pretend. to humor. y shuld i go through e same thg over n over n over again? jerk. dun push me away. unwittingly, tat's wad happening at e moment. might not know. might not aware. so naturally. it comes n roots. longer, stronger n eventually secure in place. stop interrogate me. i'm not slave. i need privacy. i need space. i need to breathe. being tightened down is surely not my way of living. i'll some day die of melancholy. * * * i couldn't even speak straight-forward. i kno e earth doesn't spin round for me. definately not only for me. but many do not understand. saddening. so. i hv to be well-rounded. i hv to shoked myself with all e words tat truely frm my heart. shut up but speak only e nice. follow up keep up. to fake myself out. hilarious. ridiculous. spit. stop pushing me further. if u dun rrly wan me to be away, forever. |