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Everything Forbidden Becomes Desirable......
Joanne Nicole Wee
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Verbal Diarrhoea
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The others
Jem
Jon
VaL
Nim
Audrey
Frozen in time
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
"im my beloved and my beloved is mine."
in the criteria list, you fit so perfectly.
every catergory was ticked in the affirmative.
what you and i didnt forsee were two mysterious daggers that were lodged in our backs. how do you fight the odds and come out victorious?
too many external factors, too much hurt so deeply embedded inside, that to eradicate all of them requires more than consolatory words and gifts.
When i was broke, i thought having purchasing power would mean i could finally be comparable. thought foolishly that money could buy happiness and gain affection from you know who. Now that im more well off than before, i realised i was wrong in my imprudent assumptions.
Whats worse is the fact that the devil's advocate seem to be having a ball of a time.
If i didnt have to be responsible, i would have exterminated the pest with one swift move. If things didnt turn out the way it did, could things have been different? nights after nights i lay in bed, wondering abt the possibilities, calculated the odds, prayed and hoped for the best. you and i know its a pity.
A pity that you and i cld have avoided so many superfluous conflicts which ended up with exhausion, fatigue and disillusionment. A pity that much doubt is cast upon you and i. A pity you and i get swayed by mere words. A pity you and i seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. A pity we keep missing perfect chances. A pity that the road which leads to happiness is filled with winding twist and turns. A pity that you and i simply forget that all we need is to hold on to each other tighter. A pity i keep making wrong choices and having no chance to right the wrong.
What could have been perfect have now been tainted with deception, spite, revenge, lies, distrust, betrayal, dejection, distress, agony, hopelessness, whitewashed.
can you and i beat the odds? or do we just run in the opposite direction and never to look back again?
But what she sees
Are my faults
And indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon
The pillow that I shed
Why does she waste
All her time with me
There must be something
There that I don't see
But what she sees
Is that I can't live without her
My arms belong around her
-Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me: Artist Blessid Union Of Souls
10:43 AM
In the words of jo
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