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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.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

I thought im strong

Thought I could let it goes..

Thought I have decided that the best is not belonged to me..

Thought I would be relief, happy...

Thought I can keep everything locked in a safe box. Not to open again.

I thought, as time goes by, the wound will self healed.

Thought time is the doctor..

But I was, all wrong...

I am so fragile.

Ur name, still deeply engraved inside.

My heart sanks when I heard ur name.

When I see it is not me, not me, no longer me, u r sweet talking to.

And when I see ur face,

It is all coming back to me..

U know how poor I am in words.

But u understand without me even utter one.

U know the best of me.

And the bitter of me.

And u accept everything, with no doubt.

How could I find someone like u...

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