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i know how it feels
when i see you smile (:

No matter how long we exist,
we have our memories.
Points in time which time itself cannot erase
Suffering may distort my backward glances
but even to suffering,
some memories will yield nothing of her beauty or their splendor.
Rather they remain as hard as gems.

--Anne Rice--

Friday, July 31, 2009
I'm tired, real tired...

tired of running...
tired of hiding...
tired of pretending...

School, somehow became a place where I can no longer walk around without opening my eyes...

Somehow I feel that things around me are like mocking me...

When you don't want things to happen, it just always happens...

I just don't look forward to next week...
It'll just be another round of running, hiding and pretending again...
I totally hate this feeling, but...
I just have no choice...

I just have to run, hide and pretend...

(R^3)CMI wrote some crap again... <3 4:24 PM

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