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Friday, July 11, 2008
Final stage of break up- Puking sensation
There was a time when I could kill anyone to get a sight of you. I had sleepless
nights. Every cell of mine chanted your name wishing you would hear me and grant me my
wish. Every street I passed through, I searched for you hoping that I could get lucky.
After all these months of intense yearning, it had to be yesterday when I saw you. I
saw you with a girl. You once sang "You're beautiful, you're beautiful You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you" to me. It came true last night.
Was all in like a dream. I could not walk, I could not breathe.
Now thinking of you makes me want to puke because that is how much I hate you.For betryaing me, for lying to me, for cheating me, fur hurting me, for insulting me and breaking my trust.
You symbolise evil. And you are not worth to live in my thoughts even for a fraction of a second.
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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Living with the dead
I look around and I see no one. I am alone...all alone.
Like a journey on train, I see people boarding, boarding and being a part of my life and leaving. No one stays. It has become a pattern these days.
The first time I entered this train, I was sad and confused, not knowing where the strangers who had become my friends left and dissappeared. Now I know, anyone who enters has to leave and am okay with it.
When someone dies he or she becomes history. Now we are forced to consider live people as history and flip the chapter and move on with life. No matter how much you search, the result is zero because people dissappear equivalent to seeing them dead. Being dead and alive at the same time? What difference does it make when you yearn and cry and pray to God that you wish to meet some and still get no help.
So all the people who have come into my life and have dissappeard leaving bruises in my heart are dead! I declare them DEAD!
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Tuesday, July 08, 2008
am back
Why was a LOST? well not me, but ma password. Loosing ma password was like loosing ma house key. I so badly wanted to get in and have a nap on ma bed, but I was stuck outside not having my key.
There have been so many situations I have gone through since the time I published ma previous post. Life has been good and bad like in a roller coaster. I guess it would take some time for me to recollect all those confusing moments that I have gone through.
Anyways...it feels good to be back!
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