Someone
Help her you can't..
Save her you don't..
Some answers seem blatantly beaming at her.
Some voice telling her to stop.
Some part of her just clouded.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
About Me
- Name: Dot
- Location: Singapore
A believer appreciating the moments in this beautiful life, for she believes. This search, never ending, for better self, for new beginning, they bug her not. It is, however, exhaustive, good time wasting, highly mood disturbing, and sometimes intellectually destructive. The ironies in life and the many contradictions, she hates to love, she hates to hate. There's too much to fulfill, too many temptations to overcome, to ignore. Tired, she may be, but amidst all darkness and all forces, she lives with truth, she continues her grapple with life.
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- Beautiful
- Nonacceptance
- Pig Lost In a Distance
- Motel
- Stumbling Block
- Fail, You Said She Never
- Fading.. Slowly
- Playmate
- Will
- Over, Yet Again
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4 Comments:
baby im sorry.
i hate typin. u r like a different person. i think u enjoy pushin me away. n it always hurt more when i read u than i hear u.
i hate typin. u r like a different person. i think u enjoy pushin me away. n it always hurt more when i read u than i hear u.
I know.. it hurts more to find out reading than to find out from the person.. But I type to relieve some part of me.. And it's just so difficult to put things to words sometimes. I don't have the ability to spell things out exactly the way they are. I have only the ability to write what I think I am feeling. Things just feel wrong sometimes, and it's normal to feel wrong. Again, I say, it's a feeling. It is not a physical object that I have the ability to describe.
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