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I'm free to mesmerize the wonders of the world's equinox.

I'm free to say you are my sanctuary.

But you're not.

You are not what I would think of as a refuge.

You are that someone I'd love to meet earlier.

It's your fault if you think its you.

To see it dies down like this.

Suffocating.

So I'm back to this slum of a blog

and it's just the way I left it.

A creak the door gave as I struggle for strength to budge it open.

With the glimmer it lets us preview, the door swept the

debris and clutter on the surface of the room.

This room has potential.

It has potential ever since.

As I watch myself from my imaginarium,

As I read shards of my life from variety of different point.

Look at how you are so involved.

You're.

At every path wherever I go.

No.

I'm at every path you go.

And looks like you've reached a path that I couldn't follow.

I wouldn't want to.

To care for you from my own perspective,

you only cared about caring me from your perspective.

Thus, honestly, I apologize for the selfish circle we're running in for so long.

Both of us.

Should be sorry.

My last testimonial for our relationship.

Not for you.

You ought to see a different perspective.

Not one different perspective.

Variety.

And I really hope your someone new can find you a path for your

new sight.

I am not even doing anything for you to hate me.

You choose to hate me.

And to look at your eyes each time,

thinking you were who I would want to be with for the rest of my life.

Your immaturity in handling matters doubted me.

And I may not be one who you think to be the righteous person to say you in such way.

I shall admit I am indeed immature.

But it's all about levels.

And to think, whatever I'm doing now still affects you.

What am I to you now anyway?

You are.

someone I have to handle professionally.

every now and then.

As much as I want to care for you,

Screw.

As much as it sounds immature,

I thought relationships can end nicely.

You wrote me a chapter which says its all just a fairytale.

I love

how screwed you can be and I'm pulling the strings.

End of your Volume.

Its the crane you're controlling

"Hey we ain't gonna falter."

"Yea we won't fall?"

"YEA!"

With utmost confidence.

We're going higher,

just to be dropped harder.

I remembered why I stopped blogging.

Because

I wouldn't want to recount on

bitter things.

But it never been worst.

Than this.

I don't know where we stand.

But I know I'm falling.

For you.

Since we should not,

Then I would not.

It seems like forever I'm saying that I did nothing wrong.

But it's forever I'm doing something wrong.

I don't deserve.

I'm not gonna stay.

'cause it'll only hurt you.

What a way to end this year.

If it was twitter,

Mom threw my lion hat away because it got dirty

and bought me kitty hat.

I threw it away :)

*stuff finger in my nose*

MOMMY, BUT I DIDN'T PICK MY NOSE ):

I think I'm two-timing!

Someone arrest me please.

'Cause I love

Stephanie today more than

Stephanie Yesterday.

*Open fridge*

I think I can open a 100plus shop.

*Grin at those cans*

"Which animal's good at selling bags?"

Mom asked,

and answered herself,

"Sheeps. 'Cause they go BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG~ BAAAAAAAG~"

Mom laughed at her own joke.

I can smell awesome.

I think its coming from woodlands :)