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Thursday, October 12, 2006

-on a thursday-

i can't put a finger to how i feel,
the ransacked life alcohol and parties have led to,
another wasted night at zouk.

beautiful yet mudane life was-2 yrs back.
as i look back, i realised how much society has caused
the changes in me,
so horrid, my parents will be put to shame.
christians we all are, yet i'm, consciously misbehaving.

what has become of me?

| she whispered alone @ 1:50 PM|

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emptiness in which i gladly indulge

love

burnt bread, window-shopping alone

hate

lights that are too bright, being judged, trumpet-blowers.

feel

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