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on the verge of falling


we're falling apart,
i wish i could save you,
but you kept everything to yourself,
you know that i tried to make things right,
but it all never seems to work out,
we're on the verge of falling down.




Wednesday, September 10, 2008

many thing happened today that i cant actually explain in words.. the morning i faced today was somehow different from othetr mornings that i had... i was feeling very much dreadful... my body wouldnt just listen to me... im tired and im sick... my chest felt so heavy with all those sickness and the worry that i get thinking of you and your current situation...



i left home feeling so not myself... met up with the usual characters that i always go to skool with... they was able to tell i wasnt myself... they also mentioned that i need you as my doctor to heal me in a way... true enuf i was feeling so much better with ur presence around me... i think its just that im kinda missing dat little part of you...


by noon i was being more of myself... as per usual met up with the rest for smoking break and headed to the library to play some pool... chilled out with them and of cuz disturbing others and mocking at each other... but all with the reason of having fun...


skool was alright to me today cuz maybe its because the people around me makes it more 'looking forward' to today... bus ride home was something that interesting cuz ive never experienced it before... it was one more stop till i reached my stop when the bus starts to fill with smoke... i was sitting at the back of the bus and blasting my music and i heard a loud blast... smoke came about and the passangers actually alighted in a hurry... the cause of the smoke - the oil storage burst... yeah its kinda thrilling yet an experience..


through you i understand so much about life... things that i overlooked are those important things that occur... you made me a more careful person who look at every detail specifically... but nw that you're not being yourself, im abit lost in my way... please be what i once knew so that i can come back to where i once were...


A Recollection Of Memories...








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