the days where everyth seemed picture perfect. when did the cracks begin to show? i saw the signs. they were so clear, piercing as a sun's dusk. we said forever. i think i heard goodbye.
It all seems so silly. When reminiscing brings tears. Just the mention of the past. Oh, glorious days. Hey, stranger. You're too far away. Hey outsider. Would you comprehend? I understood that derisive smile on your face. We play this game of tag. And you're it.
So, casting. I got the role. Samantha. But the only thing I remember, is that bestie asked me, "Hey. Do you miss her?" Geez, what a question. I think I must have answered without missing a heartbeat. "Yeah." She took pauses as the angry rain drew swords at us. She said, "Yeah, me too." I think the rain got into my eyes. Aylwin looked at us. "Are you alright?" My muscles worked. It's called a smile, I think. It was still blurry, like some soap opera gone wrong. Spish splosh. The wipers moved to take the water away. "Yes, I'm fine." I think it must have rained for quite a while.
I want to study. I want to go to Carnegie like cousin. I want to be stronger so that scratches and broken things don't hurt me anymore.
Blah. Kayaking next week. Haven't gotten my consent form tho. It would be a good time to shake the stress away.
shake the room, cause we're all feet-singers.
I always refrain from using vulgarities. Unless I'm really mad. If you really wanna know, Kev (: I don't appreciate you saying that I've been using vulgarities too much. D: HAHA.
Gosh, I think the holidays might make me a pig. I wake up so late everyday and sleep later. -.- So. here's another week gone.
I need to study. LOUISAAAAAAAA. When is your lecture going to finish Complex siriouslyy.
properties of the human gall.
i think you've already left. the moment prejudice filled your mind.
I feel incensed. Despite feeling happy a few minutes ago because the fighting is over.
I read Liw's post. yes, the unreadable one. It made me cry.
To number 4, out of 7:
YES, THOSE BONDS STILL STAND.
So I agree, we gather in twos. But to say that we don't break up of our twos, really really gets me riled. If I didn't care, I wouldn't call up anyone, wouldn't call up Liw when she was having trouble balancing her life, wouldn't ask you if you, we, were okay, wouldn't bother with hq or moni or sihua's troubles? Because I always bother. To the point where I don't know why I still bother when Liw, Moni, Hq and yes, even you, have your new friends.
Sometimes I feel left behind by the tide of time.
I don't talk much about my new friends. Though they're incredibly nice people and fun to add to that. I don't know. Maybe because we have deeper bonds? And because you, we, are best friends? How can you just forget this fact so easily? That is what I want to ask. Are we simply just friends to you? Just like that? Then, is everything I treasured so far, just a fixture of my illusions?
I would dare say that I'm a very loyal friend. To the end. To any end. I would fight for my friend, stand for my friend. I would. Would you? For me?
If something happened and you called me up at 2am, I would go down to the hospital for you. If you really want to know. I would.
Am I the only one still holding on? Do you know how many times I've asked this question? It was difficult and I had my doubts but I still hold on. Maybe that's stupid, but it's still me.
I don't know. Of all people, I think you and me, we've got a deeper past to rake. We stood up for each other remember? We supported one another through the tough times. Told each other JIAYOUS and so many don't-give-ups I can't remember how many. It was a really bumpy ride but we all had each other. That I think, is how I got past the darkest days, into the light. I still have your WAKE UP CAN! JIAYOU! carved on my table when you came over for sleepover. Do you remember? Everytime I stare down on that weathered wood and I see those words there, it reminds me of you and reminds me of everything we stood for and it also drives me, even when it gets tiresome, running alone, but because everyone is working hard together, I know it's okay.
So being busy really isn't a reason. But because of that fact alone and throwing everything away, it isn't the answer either. Do you really want to throw us away? You can. I know you can. You're capable of it. I would be very very very anguished if you did so. Because no matter what, I still believe. Our bonds stand. And you're my best friend right? You're not just any friend. Huilan.
Suddenly I'm involved in casting again. -.- For a best friend's project. Btw, a piece of good news to share :D The film I was in last year for my friend's FYP got an A. (: And, it was featured in some schoolwide filming event in which Monica Chung saw me and tagged on my board, there ... -points-. Hi, Moni ((:
To deviate from cheerful matters: A friend very very very dear to me hurt me deeply. I could understand her pain but at the same time, that pain affected me greatly. Unwittingly, she had hurt me and I started crying. Well, I don't know if this is so-called friendship if I can cry for someone that is obviously very dear to me. Friendship isn't measured by the amount of time we spent together. It is measured by our bonds, isn't it? It's because we believe that through whatever, we'd always be there for each other and that our friendship will always stand, even through the difficult times. All friends quarrel don't they? All friends have 'cold wars'. I can list a few examples in which I quarreled real big with some of my best friends but we still buried the hatchet and remain best friends to this day. Was it our busy schedule that harmed our bonds? Then, I have to concur that these bonds were never very strong from the beginning, to let such a small factor devastate it completely. And in which I hope hope hope with all my heart, that it isn't true.
Come on. Let it pass now, wouldn't you? Nothing good will ever come out of this, and you know it. I've always thought what I want to think. And I know you don't mean this because deep down, those bonds still stand.
To deviate back: Yesterday's Council bbq gathering for seniors from 20th to 27th batch and the new 28th batch was fun to say the least (: I had a realllll good talk with some people that I needed to talk to. And, feedback-ed Hidayah about deco too. I was planning to look for Clement about it but he was nowwhere to be found. -.- And, I also realised how much I miss those good times we had! Not that I don't miss it. Thanks for the memories, guys :D And I actually didn't eat any of the rice of chicken wings because I was being weird -.-
CHIONG STUDIES. PACK TABLE. MUG SOME MORE: is my list of things to do.
If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The crowd is here and the lights are on and they wanna show Oh oh oh oh yeah
JIAYOU CHERIE :D im feeling a lil more weary than late. so jiayou jiayou jiayou. it's a race i've gotta run. with or without you.
My mum gave me a blessed trinket from the temple. Err, she's a buddhist. Wore it out of respect for her. Um well, during geog today, my arm with the trinket on it felt reallyyyy heavy. Like it's really wearing me down. So I took it off and continued writing; immd the heavy weight was gone. Supernatural? Hm. I forgot to take it back from where I placed it though. Like.. um, I didn't mean to leave it there but it just got left? O'well.
Last week, was the first time I drank shots (:
I still. Feel lost.
SIGH! buckup buckup buckup buckup buckup! pull yer socks up :D
If you've let go, then I won't hold on. If you've decided to leave, then I won't hold you back. I would just want to remind you of our better days.
Head under water And they tell me to breathe easy for a while Breathing gets harder, even I know that Made room for me, it's too soon to see If I'm happy in your hands I'm unusually hard to hold on to
Blank stares at blank pages No easy way to say this You mean well, but you make this hard on me
I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's Make or break in this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you to stay If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better Reason to write you a love song today
I learned the hard way That they all say things you want to hear My heavy heart sinks deep down under And you and your twisted words, Your help just hurts You are not what I thought you were Hello to high and dry
So 28th investiture. Music was screwed but hm.
Yesterday I finally removed my badge from my blazer. I hugged it. And hung it on an pretty orange hanger on the left cupboard handles of the Council Room. And I left it. hanging there. Goodbye.
I cried very hard when I pinned Hidayah's Council tie pin on her tie. I said a lot of very emotional things to her I think. She was very sweet, she said, "I have tissue." Dunno, I felt that was veh sweet (: When we whirled around to march out, I felt my heart sink. When they said, "Thank you 27th", I knew, yeah, it's over. But when we got outside, the sunlight hit me like a paddleboard to my face. It was like a shock back to reality.
And then it hit me, OH YEAH. It's not my last battle to fight. There's still A levels. From here and out, it's serious serious serious stuff kay. SERIOUS STUFF. go Cherie! :D
I I I I.. don't feel like I know my best friends anymore. And I'm sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. It's so hard to describe but yeah. Paint me a smile.
Oh! Today five people noticed my heavy heavy black eyerings :( I chiong for econs last night, okay. BUT. It was super INCOMPLETE revision. Kinda upset with myself but o'wells. I don't walk alone! :D
Still irritated with CK. But I smiled when I heard crap again.
Miss Ng is cool luh. Played jazz music for us during GP lesson to faciliate our comprehension analysis. :D
These last few days of 27th's term in office has been both turbulent and weary. But at least, I've had time to reflect on our days, in all our very very very treasured memories, in joy and laughter but at the same time, the rough patches, the tough, hard days when everything seemed impossible, but we made it through, we made it through. No one else can understand this, of the experiences we'd had and the times we'd been through. No one else, no one. Who said it would always been a bed of roses, who said we shall never trip, never fall, never fail? Who has the right to judge us, after all we've given, after all we've given with all our hearts? No one. We're a team. We will always be a team, whether near or far. I will never regret joining the 27th Students' Council because I know the lessons I've learnt, the friends I've found, that by pure habit, it seemed so natural that we serve 24/7, 7 days a week.
A leader sacrifices for the people. It is a belief that I will hold on to, from now to forever.
My life these 2 years, has been only of Council and the impending A levels. I don't think I've lost out on anything. In fact, I think I've learnt so much that I will emerge a changed person, a better person.
I was heartbroken today. It was not because of love. And I wonder when it will ever heal. And whether we will ever ever ever have closure on this matter. How badly I wanted to shout too, why why why why why, must it be this way? Is there not a choice? WHY? We're a team. We will end a team. No matter whatever.
This two days has to be the worst worst worst days of my life in JC. But I had a lot of fun at the same time, even if, the start and the end wasn't so great. I must have cried more than my fill of tears for a year.
BUT! STRIVE ON I WILL. Because everyone has to bounce back up from hurdles, to pick up the scattered pieces, even if heart's floodgates hurt so badly it feels like a deep shaft piercing the very essence of being. AND I WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER LET IT GET ME DOWN. Not like this. Jiayou! (:
Sometimes when I feel so overwhelmingly inadequate, I remind myself again that I'm different. When I hold my paintbrush over my canvas, I remind myself not to compare. When I look at my dad, I remind myself that he loves me even if even if. When I look at my siblings, I remind myself that they're still young that I need to lead them to love them and to show them Life's greatest joys. When I tear, I remind myself that God is with me. When I look at red, white, five stars and a cresent, I remind myself that I love Singapore even if every single thing I do is to change the colour of my passport. When I look at people, I remind myself that even the greatest mountains have greater mountains before and after them. When I look at the world, I remind myself time and time again that it's pretty damn amazing.
And when you're so damn good, it's when I hold my heart to beg it not to break, because it's when inadequacy truly wounds.
When the mists rose again The cogs were turning On Blackened soot on cloudy ewe It was different from before But not all together separate; better Yet to read on, and wish, a brighter boon.
It seemed so easy to forget oneself, to lose an identity among adrupt madness. How I wish, the source of my music, my muse Would never end. But it seems so coarse, That our course should end so unfairingly. Would you count the days? Count the Ways?
If there was a feather that floated from heaven, to bring enlightenment to my mind, how gladly would I take it. And float, if I should wish, to wake only when my Father calls. Truly, morbidity was never my trait, but this suppressed stress is beckoning to impode on itself.
This constant ache in the mind, is it a step away from insanity, like Lear did in the angry rain?
Sometimes I think I love philosophy so much, when Life fails to explain it's movements to me, and when only books can succeed. It is when it was a cursed affair.
When violins and violas and the piano are my only companion, sometimes, then, it feels right. Is it unstandable? This conscious attempt at division. Besides, we are different. You and I and Them.
the seeds are sowed, a new picture is christened, a breaking dawn occurs at 10.
When even family is far from oneself, is it time then to rely only only on Yourself? When even the defined distinctions become blurred, is it natural when even laughter becomes forced, becomes a part of someone else? Who shares your name, your face, your mind, can this tempest not end?
It gives new meaning to Saying there is none who will comprehend. Me.
So what happened, To loud raucous laughter And Fratenity's love To our family of 7 and et cetera I thought it would never end.
Curse this naivete, That saw worlds through eyes Left undaubed; tread lightly Lest it unfolds stained origamis The colour of azure, lighter, darker, opaque Different
I thought it would never end, this endless flight endless love endless abyssal ones, we were.
(If I had a choice on how my life will be, I want to travel with someone I love,
and take photographs of the myriad and the pretty, spreading the love of Christ,
near and far until the ends of the world!)
I ♥ God and God ♥ me!
Contrary to popular belief, I'm not unfriendly!!!!!!
Talk to me and I'd definitely talk to you.
Most people don't really get me but I usually get most people.
Economics is beyond fascinating. ;)
x
Family is ♥!
Best friends are ♥!
Colours are ♥!
The universe is ♥!
the days where everyth seemed picture perfect. when did the cracks begin to show? i saw the signs. they were so clear, piercing as a sun's dusk. we said forever. i think i heard goodbye.
It all seems so silly. When reminiscing brings tears. Just the mention of the past. Oh, glorious days. Hey, stranger. You're too far away. Hey outsider. Would you comprehend? I understood that derisive smile on your face. We play this game of tag. And you're it.
So, casting. I got the role. Samantha. But the only thing I remember, is that bestie asked me, "Hey. Do you miss her?" Geez, what a question. I think I must have answered without missing a heartbeat. "Yeah." She took pauses as the angry rain drew swords at us. She said, "Yeah, me too." I think the rain got into my eyes. Aylwin looked at us. "Are you alright?" My muscles worked. It's called a smile, I think. It was still blurry, like some soap opera gone wrong. Spish splosh. The wipers moved to take the water away. "Yes, I'm fine." I think it must have rained for quite a while.
I want to study. I want to go to Carnegie like cousin. I want to be stronger so that scratches and broken things don't hurt me anymore.
Blah. Kayaking next week. Haven't gotten my consent form tho. It would be a good time to shake the stress away.
shake the room, cause we're all feet-singers.
I always refrain from using vulgarities. Unless I'm really mad. If you really wanna know, Kev (: I don't appreciate you saying that I've been using vulgarities too much. D: HAHA.
Gosh, I think the holidays might make me a pig. I wake up so late everyday and sleep later. -.- So. here's another week gone.
I need to study. LOUISAAAAAAAA. When is your lecture going to finish Complex siriouslyy.
properties of the human gall.
i think you've already left. the moment prejudice filled your mind.
I feel incensed. Despite feeling happy a few minutes ago because the fighting is over.
I read Liw's post. yes, the unreadable one. It made me cry.
To number 4, out of 7:
YES, THOSE BONDS STILL STAND.
So I agree, we gather in twos. But to say that we don't break up of our twos, really really gets me riled. If I didn't care, I wouldn't call up anyone, wouldn't call up Liw when she was having trouble balancing her life, wouldn't ask you if you, we, were okay, wouldn't bother with hq or moni or sihua's troubles? Because I always bother. To the point where I don't know why I still bother when Liw, Moni, Hq and yes, even you, have your new friends.
Sometimes I feel left behind by the tide of time.
I don't talk much about my new friends. Though they're incredibly nice people and fun to add to that. I don't know. Maybe because we have deeper bonds? And because you, we, are best friends? How can you just forget this fact so easily? That is what I want to ask. Are we simply just friends to you? Just like that? Then, is everything I treasured so far, just a fixture of my illusions?
I would dare say that I'm a very loyal friend. To the end. To any end. I would fight for my friend, stand for my friend. I would. Would you? For me?
If something happened and you called me up at 2am, I would go down to the hospital for you. If you really want to know. I would.
Am I the only one still holding on? Do you know how many times I've asked this question? It was difficult and I had my doubts but I still hold on. Maybe that's stupid, but it's still me.
I don't know. Of all people, I think you and me, we've got a deeper past to rake. We stood up for each other remember? We supported one another through the tough times. Told each other JIAYOUS and so many don't-give-ups I can't remember how many. It was a really bumpy ride but we all had each other. That I think, is how I got past the darkest days, into the light. I still have your WAKE UP CAN! JIAYOU! carved on my table when you came over for sleepover. Do you remember? Everytime I stare down on that weathered wood and I see those words there, it reminds me of you and reminds me of everything we stood for and it also drives me, even when it gets tiresome, running alone, but because everyone is working hard together, I know it's okay.
So being busy really isn't a reason. But because of that fact alone and throwing everything away, it isn't the answer either. Do you really want to throw us away? You can. I know you can. You're capable of it. I would be very very very anguished if you did so. Because no matter what, I still believe. Our bonds stand. And you're my best friend right? You're not just any friend. Huilan.
Suddenly I'm involved in casting again. -.- For a best friend's project. Btw, a piece of good news to share :D The film I was in last year for my friend's FYP got an A. (: And, it was featured in some schoolwide filming event in which Monica Chung saw me and tagged on my board, there ... -points-. Hi, Moni ((:
To deviate from cheerful matters: A friend very very very dear to me hurt me deeply. I could understand her pain but at the same time, that pain affected me greatly. Unwittingly, she had hurt me and I started crying. Well, I don't know if this is so-called friendship if I can cry for someone that is obviously very dear to me. Friendship isn't measured by the amount of time we spent together. It is measured by our bonds, isn't it? It's because we believe that through whatever, we'd always be there for each other and that our friendship will always stand, even through the difficult times. All friends quarrel don't they? All friends have 'cold wars'. I can list a few examples in which I quarreled real big with some of my best friends but we still buried the hatchet and remain best friends to this day. Was it our busy schedule that harmed our bonds? Then, I have to concur that these bonds were never very strong from the beginning, to let such a small factor devastate it completely. And in which I hope hope hope with all my heart, that it isn't true.
Come on. Let it pass now, wouldn't you? Nothing good will ever come out of this, and you know it. I've always thought what I want to think. And I know you don't mean this because deep down, those bonds still stand.
To deviate back: Yesterday's Council bbq gathering for seniors from 20th to 27th batch and the new 28th batch was fun to say the least (: I had a realllll good talk with some people that I needed to talk to. And, feedback-ed Hidayah about deco too. I was planning to look for Clement about it but he was nowwhere to be found. -.- And, I also realised how much I miss those good times we had! Not that I don't miss it. Thanks for the memories, guys :D And I actually didn't eat any of the rice of chicken wings because I was being weird -.-
CHIONG STUDIES. PACK TABLE. MUG SOME MORE: is my list of things to do.
If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know Oh oh oh oh If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear The crowd is here and the lights are on and they wanna show Oh oh oh oh yeah
JIAYOU CHERIE :D im feeling a lil more weary than late. so jiayou jiayou jiayou. it's a race i've gotta run. with or without you.
My mum gave me a blessed trinket from the temple. Err, she's a buddhist. Wore it out of respect for her. Um well, during geog today, my arm with the trinket on it felt reallyyyy heavy. Like it's really wearing me down. So I took it off and continued writing; immd the heavy weight was gone. Supernatural? Hm. I forgot to take it back from where I placed it though. Like.. um, I didn't mean to leave it there but it just got left? O'well.
Last week, was the first time I drank shots (:
I still. Feel lost.
SIGH! buckup buckup buckup buckup buckup! pull yer socks up :D
If you've let go, then I won't hold on. If you've decided to leave, then I won't hold you back. I would just want to remind you of our better days.
Head under water And they tell me to breathe easy for a while Breathing gets harder, even I know that Made room for me, it's too soon to see If I'm happy in your hands I'm unusually hard to hold on to
Blank stares at blank pages No easy way to say this You mean well, but you make this hard on me
I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's Make or break in this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you to stay If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better Reason to write you a love song today
I learned the hard way That they all say things you want to hear My heavy heart sinks deep down under And you and your twisted words, Your help just hurts You are not what I thought you were Hello to high and dry
So 28th investiture. Music was screwed but hm.
Yesterday I finally removed my badge from my blazer. I hugged it. And hung it on an pretty orange hanger on the left cupboard handles of the Council Room. And I left it. hanging there. Goodbye.
I cried very hard when I pinned Hidayah's Council tie pin on her tie. I said a lot of very emotional things to her I think. She was very sweet, she said, "I have tissue." Dunno, I felt that was veh sweet (: When we whirled around to march out, I felt my heart sink. When they said, "Thank you 27th", I knew, yeah, it's over. But when we got outside, the sunlight hit me like a paddleboard to my face. It was like a shock back to reality.
And then it hit me, OH YEAH. It's not my last battle to fight. There's still A levels. From here and out, it's serious serious serious stuff kay. SERIOUS STUFF. go Cherie! :D
I I I I.. don't feel like I know my best friends anymore. And I'm sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. It's so hard to describe but yeah. Paint me a smile.
Oh! Today five people noticed my heavy heavy black eyerings :( I chiong for econs last night, okay. BUT. It was super INCOMPLETE revision. Kinda upset with myself but o'wells. I don't walk alone! :D
Still irritated with CK. But I smiled when I heard crap again.
Miss Ng is cool luh. Played jazz music for us during GP lesson to faciliate our comprehension analysis. :D
These last few days of 27th's term in office has been both turbulent and weary. But at least, I've had time to reflect on our days, in all our very very very treasured memories, in joy and laughter but at the same time, the rough patches, the tough, hard days when everything seemed impossible, but we made it through, we made it through. No one else can understand this, of the experiences we'd had and the times we'd been through. No one else, no one. Who said it would always been a bed of roses, who said we shall never trip, never fall, never fail? Who has the right to judge us, after all we've given, after all we've given with all our hearts? No one. We're a team. We will always be a team, whether near or far. I will never regret joining the 27th Students' Council because I know the lessons I've learnt, the friends I've found, that by pure habit, it seemed so natural that we serve 24/7, 7 days a week.
A leader sacrifices for the people. It is a belief that I will hold on to, from now to forever.
My life these 2 years, has been only of Council and the impending A levels. I don't think I've lost out on anything. In fact, I think I've learnt so much that I will emerge a changed person, a better person.
I was heartbroken today. It was not because of love. And I wonder when it will ever heal. And whether we will ever ever ever have closure on this matter. How badly I wanted to shout too, why why why why why, must it be this way? Is there not a choice? WHY? We're a team. We will end a team. No matter whatever.
This two days has to be the worst worst worst days of my life in JC. But I had a lot of fun at the same time, even if, the start and the end wasn't so great. I must have cried more than my fill of tears for a year.
BUT! STRIVE ON I WILL. Because everyone has to bounce back up from hurdles, to pick up the scattered pieces, even if heart's floodgates hurt so badly it feels like a deep shaft piercing the very essence of being. AND I WILL NEVER NEVER NEVER LET IT GET ME DOWN. Not like this. Jiayou! (:
Sometimes when I feel so overwhelmingly inadequate, I remind myself again that I'm different. When I hold my paintbrush over my canvas, I remind myself not to compare. When I look at my dad, I remind myself that he loves me even if even if. When I look at my siblings, I remind myself that they're still young that I need to lead them to love them and to show them Life's greatest joys. When I tear, I remind myself that God is with me. When I look at red, white, five stars and a cresent, I remind myself that I love Singapore even if every single thing I do is to change the colour of my passport. When I look at people, I remind myself that even the greatest mountains have greater mountains before and after them. When I look at the world, I remind myself time and time again that it's pretty damn amazing.
And when you're so damn good, it's when I hold my heart to beg it not to break, because it's when inadequacy truly wounds.
When the mists rose again The cogs were turning On Blackened soot on cloudy ewe It was different from before But not all together separate; better Yet to read on, and wish, a brighter boon.
It seemed so easy to forget oneself, to lose an identity among adrupt madness. How I wish, the source of my music, my muse Would never end. But it seems so coarse, That our course should end so unfairingly. Would you count the days? Count the Ways?
If there was a feather that floated from heaven, to bring enlightenment to my mind, how gladly would I take it. And float, if I should wish, to wake only when my Father calls. Truly, morbidity was never my trait, but this suppressed stress is beckoning to impode on itself.
This constant ache in the mind, is it a step away from insanity, like Lear did in the angry rain?
Sometimes I think I love philosophy so much, when Life fails to explain it's movements to me, and when only books can succeed. It is when it was a cursed affair.
When violins and violas and the piano are my only companion, sometimes, then, it feels right. Is it unstandable? This conscious attempt at division. Besides, we are different. You and I and Them.
the seeds are sowed, a new picture is christened, a breaking dawn occurs at 10.
When even family is far from oneself, is it time then to rely only only on Yourself? When even the defined distinctions become blurred, is it natural when even laughter becomes forced, becomes a part of someone else? Who shares your name, your face, your mind, can this tempest not end?
It gives new meaning to Saying there is none who will comprehend. Me.
So what happened, To loud raucous laughter And Fratenity's love To our family of 7 and et cetera I thought it would never end.
Curse this naivete, That saw worlds through eyes Left undaubed; tread lightly Lest it unfolds stained origamis The colour of azure, lighter, darker, opaque Different
I thought it would never end, this endless flight endless love endless abyssal ones, we were.
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