Things I wont tell you #20

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Fooled Felt like being betrayed by someone you entirely trust on. I let myself loose, letting her come to my life without any resistance. Pouring out every single drop of love to her. How foolish of me… There wasn’t a wall that exists, not even a stone at our way. I’ve poured too much, and did not leave any room for “emergencies”. I did not leave any space for me to heal myself when being hurt. How foolish of me… Thinking that, I will be okay and nothing would go wrong…I let myself love with all my might, with all my strength…I love. Ha…people you are thinking that I’ve not let go..but actually I did…I am joyful and cheerful back to my own ME…REJOICE! In my last post ‘I Finally Understand’, I finally realize…I finally made it through. Thx a million to all my friends who stood by me… those whom I know, friends who never gave up on me…friends who tot they contribute a little, but actually helped a lot…thank you… You people have cheered my day up even with just a smile u provided me… You

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What have I done? To make you hate me? If not so, then why u speak, Of words that hurt me? What has happen to times? We smile out from our hearts, Where has those moments gone to? Not that I could not let go, But words and actions you do, Sometimes hot and sometimes cold, It hurts me badly to keep on guessing. Are you hot or just plain cool? A character of two, that continues to confuse… So let it be…only a character that exists… Let it be...as cold as can be...

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Listening to music which eases my soul now becomes pathetic because of every song I listen, there are…you…of everything I do, I see you… In the morning preparing breakfast for myself there I go tossing some sausages…and as I tossed, I remember the days were I use to prepare breakfast for you… Isn’t that a silly thing to think?.... I open a book to read and there I go thinking about how I use to neglect reading it and went jovially to see you… I walk down my stairs…and there I see myself carrying you on my back going up the stairs…laughing all the way up… And many dozen things I do…YOU pop into my mind… It isn’t a bad thing nor a good thing…coz happy memories were all I thought about…but those happy memories aren’t that happy went I am here all alone and grieving my way through life… From opening a door knob, to devouring my favorite meal, from walking down a street, to sleeping in my bed…there…there you are…haunting my life… From taking money out of my wallet, to watching tv…looking at

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