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Monday, January 18, 2010
~ 10:46 PM ~
Countless reminders.
Uncountable wounds.
Unforgettable times.
Desperate attempts.
I've sworn to myself that I would not ever
fall into this sinister little lie.
I can't stop myself from getting into heaps of trouble.
Despite countless swears,
I still find myself stuck in the same pathetic situation that
I was always in from day one.
How nice it would be to gladly ask someone
to give a wake-up call on my face.
You have fulfilled my fantasies,
what about my reality?
I just can't seem to get your picture out of my head,
it was like a broken fragment of my memory,
waiting to be fixed by a average craftsman.
You rekindled the fire within me,
then extinguish it with a soft breeze of your grand exit.
What more can I ask from you?
Gradually you are nothing more than a faded memory,
a memory that will never ever be brought up.
Steeling myself for these emotional turmoils are not my thing.
