I live in cold days like this;
days where you can sit on bed, -doing simply nothing but still thinking.
I live the life I have right now;
the life where I still think every smile was pure
every hugs were warm
every waves were sorrow and;
self-behaviour is gold.
But I was wrong
so wrong that it hurts.
My days used to be all rainbows and butterflies, but we all know rainbows fade
;and butterflies are left dead.
"Trust no one but yourself", said mom.
A five words life lesson which I barely follow.
But today I am old enough to hit the sack,
What did mom said was right,
-some smile does kill.
Claude Monet - Les Roses (1925-26).
"Oh, here's your knife. I finally pulled it out from my back."
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July 26th
Dear you,
Guess what. July is almost over. A month left to hit back the books. Am I ready? Not really. I bet I'll cry every night for the first two days there. Please bare with me. I am slow. But I will still secretly pray for you. Just wait for me okay? ;)
Dear you,
Guess what. July is almost over. A month left to hit back the books. Am I ready? Not really. I bet I'll cry every night for the first two days there. Please bare with me. I am slow. But I will still secretly pray for you. Just wait for me okay? ;)
Dear you,
please be mine.
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