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Date:
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Time:
4:29 AM
13/9/07
i have so much to voice out. so much in me that builds up as every min pass. but the time is not ripe. there is a part that goes, thee art no I. assume not what i go through. nights that nv ends are struggles i put up with, together with the massacre you carried out replaying. the vision so clear and real, over and over again till i wake in fright. i may not know the real truth, but from what i see,you have taken sides. and definately not mine for you have forsaken your own friend. bang your head against the wall till it bleeds. see the wound split open,oozing with blood. then sprinkle some salt on it and feel the excruciating pain. at the point you hope someone would kill you, just to end that agony you are in. unfortunately,no one is there to lend a helping hand. so it is just you and yourself. the pain i went through is hundred times more. every night when silence falls, the killing is renacted. what a horrifying nightmare- you can put the blame on me. is this the fault of disappointment or expectations? we need a talk no more. |
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