Life Is Like A Prison by PuffLife is a prison, Oh God let me out. No one to listen, To hear when you shout. Climb the walls of insanity, Ride the waves of despair. If you fall it don't matter, There's no one to care. Used to wish for a window, To see birds, trees and sky, But you're better without one - Stops you aiming too high. Watching freedom is painful, For those locked away. Seeing joy, love and happiness, Another price that you pay. Strong is good, weak is bad. Be it false, be it true. Your mind makes the choice, And enforces it too. Cell walls built by society, With rules to adhere. If you breach the acceptable, You had better beware. Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key. Don't let on that you're not, What you're pretending to be. Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes. Look out for that one day, When it all just explodes. Leaving naught but a shell, Base functionality too. But killing all else, That was uniquely you. So how do you grow, With a timebomb inside? Or how to defuse it, Without destroying its ride? You can't. I'm not sick. I'm in the best of health to the extent an obese person can be. Every sickness I've had, I'm convinced it's an emotional problem. Was reading poems and this particular one. It just felt as though the writer had captured what I felt on the inside.
Am I depressed?
Again?
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Applying for University could be one of my final tertiary decisions and I need help in making my decision. I specifically know what it is that I want to do in my future but I need help to decide now, to tone my aspirations into something concrete, something my Father isn't interested in helping me in. Apparenty, "No Matter what you choose, I'm still paying" and "I don't know. It's your choice" are his excuses. I don't ask much and I never realy like your input, but I need someone. Luckily my Mother's going to help me out when she gets back from the market.
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 Never received a Valentine's Day gift before. This is the first ever though it's simple. I still love it I love you my Wonder Girl.
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Britney Spears was once the advocate of "shaving your head to get rid of problems". Now I've shaven mine as well except that I at least have some hair left. It leaves me to ponder though... Did I shave it just cause I thought it would be cool or is it because I'm trying to get rid of emotional baggage. Either way, it leaves me thinking at 3am in the morning. ( Pictures once my mom gets over the shock)
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It's not the young and fast the concerns me. It's the pain that's the problem. Hmm... Happy Birthday Dear.I hope the flowers are still alive.
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The buttered cat paradox is a joke paradox based on the tongue-in-cheek combination of two adages: - Cat always land on their feet - Buttered toast always lands buttered side down  Part 1 - Problem Part 2 - Falls with problem Part 3 - Manages to survive but problem still egging on. Such a sad joke.
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Without fame, he who spends his time on earth leaves only such a mark upon the world as smoke does on air or foam on water. 'Nuff said.
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Life Is Like A Prison by PuffLife is a prison, Oh God let me out. No one to listen, To hear when you shout. Climb the walls of insanity, Ride the waves of despair. If you fall it don't matter, There's no one to care. Used to wish for a window, To see birds, trees and sky, But you're better without one - Stops you aiming too high. Watching freedom is painful, For those locked away. Seeing joy, love and happiness, Another price that you pay. Strong is good, weak is bad. Be it false, be it true. Your mind makes the choice, And enforces it too. Cell walls built by society, With rules to adhere. If you breach the acceptable, You had better beware. Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key. Don't let on that you're not, What you're pretending to be. Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes. Look out for that one day, When it all just explodes. Leaving naught but a shell, Base functionality too. But killing all else, That was uniquely you. So how do you grow, With a timebomb inside? Or how to defuse it, Without destroying its ride? You can't. I'm not sick. I'm in the best of health to the extent an obese person can be. Every sickness I've had, I'm convinced it's an emotional problem. Was reading poems and this particular one. It just felt as though the writer had captured what I felt on the inside.
Am I depressed?
Again?
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Applying for University could be one of my final tertiary decisions and I need help in making my decision. I specifically know what it is that I want to do in my future but I need help to decide now, to tone my aspirations into something concrete, something my Father isn't interested in helping me in. Apparenty, "No Matter what you choose, I'm still paying" and "I don't know. It's your choice" are his excuses. I don't ask much and I never realy like your input, but I need someone. Luckily my Mother's going to help me out when she gets back from the market.
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Never received a Valentine's Day gift before. This is the first ever though it's simple. I still love it I love you my Wonder Girl.
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Britney Spears was once the advocate of "shaving your head to get rid of problems". Now I've shaven mine as well except that I at least have some hair left. It leaves me to ponder though... Did I shave it just cause I thought it would be cool or is it because I'm trying to get rid of emotional baggage. Either way, it leaves me thinking at 3am in the morning. ( Pictures once my mom gets over the shock)
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It's not the young and fast the concerns me. It's the pain that's the problem. Hmm... Happy Birthday Dear.I hope the flowers are still alive.
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The buttered cat paradox is a joke paradox based on the tongue-in-cheek combination of two adages: - Cat always land on their feet - Buttered toast always lands buttered side down Part 1 - Problem Part 2 - Falls with problem Part 3 - Manages to survive but problem still egging on. Such a sad joke.
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Without fame, he who spends his time on earth leaves only such a mark upon the world as smoke does on air or foam on water. 'Nuff said.
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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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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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