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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

What's left is the memories left to be reminisced. With random tearing eyes and wrenches at my heart, you didn't bother to look back. I'm getting afraid, with the jitters slowly savaging me. I know waiting makes no difference when you said your mind is set firmly and threw me against the darkest corner of my heart and walking out of me.



When the wind blows, I found myself in another dimension with everything that happened before coming to an endless repetition. In that dimension I enjoy every single thing you said before, every little remarks you made which tease me to laughter. I love every minute of it in the illusionary world. When the wind stops, I realise myself down-to-earth and knowing you are gone leaving me to tear over a love I felt so strong but was never there for me to see.






This is the first day, 2nd is coming 3rd 4th and 5th... To how many counts you name it, to how many days I'll be brooding over it. You are an engraved in me. And I will hold on to the lie you made me abandon my soul. May ; it's nothing to me now.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[7:33 PM]