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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

What if I told you, it was all meant to be?


What if you told me, it was all meant to be?





What if I tell you, I can hold no more from you; them ? What if I tell you my tears are jus on linger in my eyes? And what if I tell you all my eyes see is fear, with deliberacy of holding on? What if I tell you my heart wringes, my life crashes, my words trashes? What if I tell you, I have become a faithful disciple of loyalty, grand master of trust and beliefs; but if I do err, everthing falls and I'm the only one tearing? Ultimately, what if I tell you I put on a real fascade which masks me from all those discreet talks of me; greatly condemning my confidence?



What if I tell you I don't believe in what was meant to be except for us as a subject? What if I tell you what is meant to be is what you mean to make me be?




For a moment to be parts of love swans in a lake, ppl wait a lifetime. But to be out of that lake, ppl used only a second.







Mr Despondent, give me a break.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[11:45 PM]