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by [laurakm2005 ]

2006-10-08  | [Ezt a szöveget a következ. nyelven kell olvasni english]    | 



Shallow. It’s been exactly one month since I’ve shared my thoughts through lost lines. I’m empty, though a question tormented my mind for a few minutes today. Should I care less about everything, be as real as possible or tie my heart to situations, words, people…? Read a few days ago that one who is a Cancer has many flaws, like for example hyper sensibility, no strength to forget the past and…. Weird, even the most hidden part of my soul was easily unveiled. I’m not taking this as an excuse! Therefore, does this mean I was born to care, feel the need of protection at all times, oh, and love certain “elements”? Still, why get familiar with people around you when you know it’s gonna end sometimes? “That final look towards what it used to be is so painful”. Then, why pursue an imaginary thought of how it could ( should) be, when seeing reality outlines an awful truth?( which some would not accept). I might have an answer to those questions, but no proofs to sustain them.
I remember how I said I would build my own world. And I did, although at the moment I’d rather be someone else or simply not exist. When I finish this, I’m sure responsibility will clear its path and stare at me. It’s not fair, to wake up two or three times a day and realize you’ve lost… your shoulder to cry on.

Sunday, 08 October 2006
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