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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Dear Diary,

"08.04.2007
Her voice shudders as she spoke of him.
With her pain no less than the the irish coffee left on the table,
the make-up on the face is her only last defence.
What perfect masquerade.

I continued, sotto voce.
Again, trying hard to pull her through with the ever cliche statements.
All mere palliatives though, but thats the best i could do.

So much for a three years relationship,
it takes only human to know how god-awful it is for her.

Pardon my garrulous narrations,
but i feel so much for the friend.
I see just too many correlations of whats happening to her on me.
Floating hearts. Fading voices.
And all the fuck.

Oh god, tell me about 'love',
maybe then I'd understand.

22.03.2007
She's been living on his letters and promises.
However cliche some of his words may get, i'm certain she have fallen for those fallacies.

The dates. The shared summers, and butterflies aside
she would love to hate him so much.
yet, she's desperate to take a second peek of him,
Her disdainful eyes tell stories of excruciating pain and sufferings
the heavy emotions' slitting through her pale, soft skin.
She never deserves to take the final blow alone.

I can't bear another sight of this, lord
The taste of hardliquor, the after effects.
i know how it feels like to have the whole world in a moment,
but losing it at the next.

And how fervent she prayed on those sleepless nights, that he will be right there for her. i remember how painful it was to scream in my pitch dark room, when even the echo reminds me of her voice.

My history's repeating in her life. Before she gasp her last breath, rid her of all her angst and agony. Deliver her. "
Dedicated by jr.

thosewhowerethere>thosewhoweren't.
but still, uncertainties lies..

Kaixiang's so right.
What's so good planning so much for the future but without you in it?

♥ 10:13 PM

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