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Friday, January 1, 2010
~ 12:36 AM ~
Sometimes we do things to please another.
But when you feel accomplished of your great work,
it doesn't literally mean the person would regard it as one.
Sometimes you feel the awkardness between two parties.
The silence drifting past each other after
each torment I've been given every meeting.
I try my best to hold it in,
and give myself another chance to prove my worth.
In the end,
I get it right smack into my face.
Gradually,
losing my confidence is one thing.
Losing you as a friend is another.
I will always remember the quiet purr of the engine when
we were in the car together.
Communication seemed to cease between us.
I got so sick and tired of this game,
I almost want to opt out of it.
This time I got another empty sheet of paper from you,
expecting me to draw out a magnificent creature.
I've been this way for months.
Even during Christmas.
Today is another year for me,
another year to endure your stubborness.
Maybe another and another.
Nevertheless,
I make use of what I have to pass your test.
This drawls on for months.
I spent another "festive" holiday in your grasp.
I guess this is "happy" new year for me...
