Lies, lies, LIES..EVERYONE LIES.I hate it. Just hate it. Get away from me. Everyone, just go
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Everyone's happy. Everyone. Except ME
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Made me realize how fragile one can truly be. Everyday I live my life in real physical pain. My neck, my breathing, my heart again... It never was about when I leave but the physical pain that I would feel when I go. If I could choose where I go, it would be in my room. The only sanctuary I have, my only refuge, the only pace where I find solace in. But I don't want to go feeling alone.
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Waiting for Sunday night with much anxiety. Watching Malay play at NAFA with the girl. Sounds interesting. Has subtitles. First normal post in a few months.
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I lay you to rest in my head Stored away to never return, I'll forget everything you left, Back at home, I'm in love. The emotions overwhelmed today. T'was the best sign I have ever received. To reach my emotional safety.
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 But even that is avoiding the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else.
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You think about weird shit at 3am in the morning
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Lies, lies, LIES..EVERYONE LIES.I hate it. Just hate it. Get away from me. Everyone, just go
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Everyone's happy. Everyone. Except ME
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Made me realize how fragile one can truly be. Everyday I live my life in real physical pain. My neck, my breathing, my heart again... It never was about when I leave but the physical pain that I would feel when I go. If I could choose where I go, it would be in my room. The only sanctuary I have, my only refuge, the only pace where I find solace in. But I don't want to go feeling alone.
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Waiting for Sunday night with much anxiety. Watching Malay play at NAFA with the girl. Sounds interesting. Has subtitles. First normal post in a few months.
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I lay you to rest in my head Stored away to never return, I'll forget everything you left, Back at home, I'm in love. The emotions overwhelmed today. T'was the best sign I have ever received. To reach my emotional safety.
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But even that is avoiding the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else.
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You think about weird shit at 3am in the morning
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By post:
lies
happy
Kutner
Normalcy
even stars break.
Do you see what I see
3am, sort off
grace looks back
abandon all
nothing's worth it
By month:
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
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Credits
Layout: Zann1903@blogskins
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Edit: Syed
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Syed.
19. Going 20
Temasek Poly
In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
I'll tell of the other things I saw there. - The Inferno, Canto 1
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