5 posts tagged “she”
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And something is still out of place. It is still the same as last time.
The place I searched for was not here. Was not there.
And yet something is amiss. I can feel it.
I Know my place. The last page in the diary of June. The tiny word scratched out at the bottom. Yea, that's me.
Had enough?
...Just h8 me .
Later.
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The speaking tree says this.
O you, the one
blessed with the black heart. All your heartfelt wishes shall be
granted. But granted they shall be, by the devil.
If you so wish for yourself, you shall be cursed.
Even
today when I look back at times past, I always have tried so hard not
to wish for anything, not to expect. It comes true always, but the
devil gives nothing for free, sigh*
I try hard to suppress my wishes, my dreams. But sometimes, I am just not in time to ...
yes, I persist, persist I do. But..even
Persistence needs assurance.
An assurance of a tomorrow. No, I dont want it to be bright or cheerful. Just another day tomorrow. Another day to live and to wish for a day after.
And another day after, and another.
Until a certain fairy tale comes true.
Just until then.
Later..
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A symphony in the air. A smell that is still lingering. An image that continues hovering.
You know what's that called? A memory. People call them mad who revel in the past.
No, I am not people. Neither mad, maybe slightly odd.
But that's debatable.
People hold grudges against those who wrong them. Hmm.
Maybe they dont see the other one's point of view. The other one who wronged them, but righted oneself in the process.
Maybe that wasnt fair to me, but..I guess I'll never know now
Hmm, just one last thing.
When you try to see through me, you dont know what you are looking for.
but when you do see me, you will hardly believe what you are looking at.
Later..
PS: Close your eyes. But dont be blind.
Win dain a lotica |
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Win chent a lotica En val turi | |
Lalala | |
Win dain a lotica
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sometimes it happens that......you become dependent on some one for your happiness
thinking it is impossible to fall back from where i arose...
{No, not me.
The above were spoken by someone, someone special..
But the person who said these knows not the mark they left..}
