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Wednesday, 5 June 2013 .


I really feel like screaming my heart out. The thorns just wouldn't get out. My days have been dark, and getting darker day by day. Its affecting my everyday life and the people around me who cares..

I'm angry, really angry with myself. Why couldn't I let go? Being faithful isn't like that.. The searing pain of the sudden loss of love whom I've been holding in my arms a moment ago, and in the next moment gets shattered into pieces. I should have been angry with the person for not being honest and treating me like a stepping stone. But whenever I think of it, I would stop.. I cannot be angry with her because I haven't let go..

Worse come to worse, I'll accept this darkness, make those thorns in my heart mine and change my whole perspective of things. I was wrong. Showing kindness is just pointless..
17:24;
A dream can only remain just a dream..

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