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Monday, October 30, 2006

Because when I feel like speaking, you spoke for me. Because when I feel like me, you feel me more than I do myself. Because when I need a shoulder and listening ear, you hushed the words and spoke up for me. Because when I talk to you the first time, my heart was thumping hard. Because I get nervous with my words to you, and smile every moment talking to you. Because I try so hard to make my coarse voice sound sweet to you, when it's near impossible. Because I know you love my "hmms", I voiced that when you're feeling down. Because I look for you here and there, because nothing matters much when in link to you. Because you know me more than myself. Because we speak by keeping mum, and because you know my next move and what I had for my meals. Because you make me feel you understand me so well. Because I never had nothing to say to you. Because I know I feel happy when ever the ring is from you. Because I read your messages over and over again. Because I listen to you, because certain things are done for you. Because I fight for what you want, because I fight for your wish. Because I know there's no one making me feel this way for now. Because my heart tells me, it has got to be you.


Because, I feel you.











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It's the terrible ending of the nights as usual. Blogging and reading my posts, for each and single reason why I decided posts in this way or another. Reading my dampened archives, gradient to more cheerful ones. From the dated old blog, to this current one. How many people have I came across ? How many times of gold have I encountered? Why does everyone has the darkest secret held by them? Why does everyone possess a intimidating horror tightly leashed by their sides? Why am I, still, not finding the utmost courageous spirit to spill the beans, to the right person? I don't even wish continuing, but I'm alright. =)



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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