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Saturday, April 16, 2011

Hi. @ 6:36 AM

Looking across the streets, everywhere is nothing but stereotyped sh!t.

Looking back, i see my phone ringing, i hate that screen i wouldn't pick it.

Looking at me, i see myself. I hated myself. I loved everyone else.

Looked else where, i see sorrows and fears, i wiped my sweat and tears. They all taste the same, bitter and pain.

I think once again, i thought twice more. I ponder thrice, but what i didn't realize was.

I lost myself, for the years that pass, the days that were gone, and the moments to come.

A lazy day at home. Baked some lava cakes. Sorta turned into chocolate cakes.

Tasted lovely so no complains at all. I want to make some cookies, any volunteers?

Hate is a destructive thing, an obstacle to love.

True?

When whispers no longer survive;

Happy.
Because there's you and me.