i ramble, i muse, i chew over and spit.

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Friday, August 17, 2007

feels like i'm suffocating under
unable to breathe
one by one
strong waves come crashing over me
pushing me deeper and deeper in

i don't want to know
ignorance is bliss
i can't seem to stop worrying about tomorrow
i need a kind of release.

i just want things to be same as before
nothing less, nothing more

memories of my past keeps haunting me
will the future be just as lovely?

but i guess life is just...
an irony.

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