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Monica Weizen Justin is verbally not good in words. So here i am, writing down all my thoughts, my feelings that no one in this world would know. So whoever bother to read this, could understand me better. If there is no one bothers, it is ok. It is simply because i don't create this blog for you, but for myself. :)
If there is anywhere in my stories that you think has something adversely to do with you, i hereby apologize first. I just want to have my own page with my own stories without being censored. The pages are the products of my thoughts that have been derived from a rational reasoning in my own unique way.
I want to be just myself.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Stony Hard

I know I am such a big-headed stubborn bad girl. Upset with the fact. I don't want to be like this. But I am trapped in a situation where I am forced to hold strongly to my principle. Though, I know, it brings me no good, brings him no good. Brings more disaster. Brings more pain.

Though I want it to end, at the same time, deep in my heart, down there where nobody has ever reached out to, refused to go out of the comfort zone. The love that I get, I swear, no one could ever give it to me.

When everybody else leaves me, abandons me, he comes.
When everybody else doesn't give it a damn, he cares.
When everybody just refuses to hear me, he listens.
When everybody else is blind to see, his eyes penetrate deep into my heart, right to my soul.
Whenever I speak no words, try to hold my tears, he, one who is kidnapped by distance, knows I am crying.
Above all, whenever I am in the utmost awful times, the moment my head touches his chest, listen to his heart, beating, so alive, the beat somehow diffuse into my blood, circulate to my heart, and ours, beat together, in 1 rhythm...

Tell me boy, before you judge me, who else can give me such great love....

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