Wednesday, December 3, 2008
When i finished my studies
When i finished my job
When everything silenced
It became a pitch dark
When i look into
the mirrors of my inner-self
Question after Question was born
So feeling the uncountable
Question I could relate to
Everything that I've done
This is a retake of my life
seeking for meaning and purpose
And why wan i born
Two billion of my siblings died
for me to be born
I must treasure whatever
i have and had
It is still question
for purpose to
this show.
Mr Benny say my poem is BRILLIANT.
only stupid ppl dun understand so if u dun understand
dun ask
cuz it will make stupid
MORE.
so whatever, no matter how hard i try how hard i tell myself
NO matter how many time u guys have push me,
NO MATTER how many time i have heard "let it go"
no matter how
i still cant it go
cant face it
cant handle it
cant run from it
cant hide it
cant
i just cant
WTFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
i seriously nid
i dunno even noe. haiz
i <3 you so-
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