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Sometimes, the truth just hurts.

Friday, August 11, 2006

the story


**brought me up to e top of e world.. thought i found e word "happines" but before i could savour e moment, i was pushed... fell a great distance.. fell back on earth.. felt e pain.. saw e wound.. sat der.. all i knew was to cry. couldnt pick myself up.. e fall was to hard.. couldnt take it.. frens urge me to stand up and move on.. some even held out their hands to pull.. but i wouldnt stand.. sat der cryin.. lyk a toddler hu's been abandon by parents.. don wanna move on.. jux sittin at e exact spot.. waitin.. hopin tat he's parents would come back some day to pick him up.. when everyone had oredi told him to give up.. dey aint comin back no more.. now as time pass.. e cryin stopped.. tryin to pick myself up.. it's hard.. but for e sake of myself, my famliy and frens and my future.. i'll try.. x.X mayb somewhere deep down in my heart i'm still waitin.. for a miracle to happen.. for tat day to come.. but even so.. i'll not trap myself in my on trap anymore.. at e end of e story i'll still thank u.. for all tat u've given me.. for all of e memories.. for all tat hav happened.. at e end of e credits ur name will still appear.. although it still hurts inside.. *~* heart broke.. dreams shattered.. hope parished.. story ended.. fantasy no more.. all's juz an illusion.. a story tat nv hav a perfect endin.. happy endin nv exist in e real world... at least.. not mine..



LOVE JAS. 14:36