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Half a year passed.
I've created more foes than friends. Certainly, maturity isn't defined by the number however, it is defined by the years you go by.
So why keep trying to define and redefine? Definitions, indefinite, definitely does not up your maturity level.
And those unsparing attacks. Like a murder of ravens, pecking relentlessly. Piece by piece. With hopes skyhigh. You lose hope, you fail, you die. Falling from such height.
For starters, you don't know me. You never did. You peck i laugh, you bite i rofl. Comic relief, probably that's what those attacks mean to me.
Enough about you.
I have been denying for too long. I have been trying too hard. I have been burying too deep. But i can't fight fate. I can't suppress those feelings anymore.
One day i picked up a pencil and drew a circle. Halfway through, the pencil broke. So i left it there. Then I used another pencil but it wasn't as nice. So i picked up that broken pencil and taped it back and continued to complete that circle.
That perfect circle.
2:36:00 pm
Set In Stone
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No mistakes now.
Get it straight.
Get it right.
Get it once.
Then you can.
Once again.
Back again.
Feel again.
Then it will be set in stone.
Monday, July 18, 2011
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To fill this empty spot..
Just seems to take alot..
Anecdotes after anecdotes..
Then anecdotes, still........
Friday, July 01, 2011
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Still the same.
Still the good runner.
To the nearest exit, the easiest way out.
You, too, run at a decent speed.
Almost as fast.