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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

A life I nearly died to fight. I victoriously accquired the trophy of blessings in my life. As glorious as a knight I was, as pitiful as a homeless beggar I fall. Immune to changes of days and seasons, left was me secluded from the fairy-like world with laughter and sooth. What's now is simple, sppeckles and scratches. O', how thy wish could I acclaim a lucid life with no cries. I can't. So did that sturdy pair of wings left, so did that beauty of mine abandon me. Through all summer and winter, I sicked from hypothermia to frequent sneezes of cold. But even that, was none a visible soul.




Something must be wrong this time. Utterly wrong. Every year, I will fall sick only once. And full stop. But this time, I had my fever months ago and now comes another one. This is time worst. My left side of my throat is badly infected. And my head sees nothing but echoes tinges of excruciating pain into it. Course of retribution I supposed? Or a pitiful fact to know that she doesn't cares?



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[6:58 PM]