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Tuesday, March 10, 2009


Looking at certain things really brings back memories.

Not really good memories, although partially good, but mainly bad memories. Memories of foolishness and naivety, of dilemmas and needless worries.

I've made many silly mistakes in the past. Although it sometimes brings a smile on my face as to how utterly... weird I was (although I still am hahaha), these are memories that I do not really wish to revisit.

I'm glad that I've moved past it though. It's really been so long.

Out of the darkness and into the sun, but I won't forget...

I feel like walking in the fields, walking through the long, golden grass with no direction. To just walk on and on, emptying my mind of unnecessary thoughts... mainly bad thoughts. Because I really don't want to revisit the past, even though I inevitably will.

Light up, light up,

Food.

as if you have a choice.

Disguise.

Even if you cannot hear my voice,

Footprints.

I'll be right beside you dear.

Message.

Louder, louder, and we'll run for our lives

Guilt.

I can hardly speak I understand

Melancholy

Why you can't raise your voice to say.


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Guard duty tomorrow really sucks. To go back to that island again when I was all set to leave. Sob. At least it's a 12 hour shift not a 24 hour one.

Regardless, I better sleep soon.

:)

11:14 PM

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