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Confession no. 3

13 Feb

Confession No. 3:

Every night at sleep, I cry onto bed. Thinking that maybe if I did, I would soon forget.

Once in a while, I would look out. Just to make sure if the stars were still.

If not, soon, the sky would cry. Just like me, the girl who weeps then smile.

If only I can form better words than this…maybe I could create a masterpiece.

All this time I felt alone, the loneliness would hunt me in my dreams.

I am the unwanted.

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Posted by on February 13, 2011 in Confessions

 

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