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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.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Feel sorry, and I feel bad

Yes very much I do.

For not being honest when there s someone who care to be honest with me.

But I cant help it..

It is just my nature, my spinal reflex.

To run, as far as I can, and hide.

When I feel danger.

When I feel my boundary of privacy is crossed.

When someone knows the meaning behind my words.

When someone can read my body language.

When someone can read my mind.

No, no, no.

No one can do that!

Cuz if there is, if there ever is, he must be a very special someone.

Cuz I speak through silence.

And no one can canversate through silence, unless he bears the same wave of frequency as mine.

I dont mean to be rude boy.

Dont mean to tell lies.

And that s the reason why, I guess, I never be found.

Cuz I just love to run and hide.

And I do not like to play with fire. Been burnt alive enough.

If only someone can understand this.. Cuz I just dont meant to hurt.

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