last goodbye
4 d'ose tt r still interested in my delusional way of writing, narcissistic view of everything and the liveing in e world tt i tot everyone else would be interested in knowing... follow me.
http://erratic-me.blogspot.com
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such is the end to this blog. it has recorded a milestone of my life. now i am advancing towards a newer stage and i wish to let go of certain stuff... no one, including me, knows whether i can truly let go... at the minimal, i did try... juz lyk closin dis blog...
bye everyone.. (tho' d'ere shan't b ani1 hu is still viewing...) bye 2 e boy whom i created dis global journal for... itz a diary for a coward. a record of the cowardly things tt dis timid lil' gal dare not show, yet triumphantly wanna declare to e equallie cowardly boy...
it may haf bin juz an illusional trip, or delusional, in our lives. Our paths had crossed once, crossed twice.. and maybe never again. the experience of u around me, ur image popping in & out of my mind now & den, ur jokes tt kept my whole weeek bright.. e hope u gave me til our next meeting... the hurt u have deep in u tt makes u human to me.. and ur broken wing...
nw tt we have parted our ways, d ride wif u remains deep in me. gO forth, forwards & onwards to find ur life. find wad u wanted. u may never realise. but u haf wat u wanted all along.
i haf found my new lease of life. hope u get urs too.
Good bye my friend.
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http://erratic-me.blogspot.com
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such is the end to this blog. it has recorded a milestone of my life. now i am advancing towards a newer stage and i wish to let go of certain stuff... no one, including me, knows whether i can truly let go... at the minimal, i did try... juz lyk closin dis blog...
bye everyone.. (tho' d'ere shan't b ani1 hu is still viewing...) bye 2 e boy whom i created dis global journal for... itz a diary for a coward. a record of the cowardly things tt dis timid lil' gal dare not show, yet triumphantly wanna declare to e equallie cowardly boy...
it may haf bin juz an illusional trip, or delusional, in our lives. Our paths had crossed once, crossed twice.. and maybe never again. the experience of u around me, ur image popping in & out of my mind now & den, ur jokes tt kept my whole weeek bright.. e hope u gave me til our next meeting... the hurt u have deep in u tt makes u human to me.. and ur broken wing...
nw tt we have parted our ways, d ride wif u remains deep in me. gO forth, forwards & onwards to find ur life. find wad u wanted. u may never realise. but u haf wat u wanted all along.
i haf found my new lease of life. hope u get urs too.
Good bye my friend.
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