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I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
And I will do as I live.
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
 Again, there's another sad person in this planet and that is me. Somebody who cries at night, who thinks that love is so easy but is so hard at the same time. Somebody who reads the same old stories over and over again, who still lives in the past of the good old memories and memorizes it all in details. I'm that somebody. I'm more than somebody. I am sadder that just that somebody. Why? Because I'm so lost. I've managed to lose the light in this path, with him.
Tonight when I sleep, I will hope to get a chance to see him in my dreams. I miss him so much. I wish things aren't the way they are now. We were so happy, we were the happiest couple. We were more than just lovers. We, were nothing but just in love, were nothing but crazy about each other. He was the best thing that happened to me. He is the only one thing that lasts in my heart. I wish we didn't grow, I wish he was always there. I wish he were the same. But I don't know if he would take it all back from the beginning. I don't know. I wish I know, but in the end of the day, I really don't know.
I read about the things we did. I read about me and him falling in love, about me and him staying up late when we were just friends. I read about the old stories that we created together. I read it all back. And I feel extremely broken, because he was so in love with me. He was the thing that I lived for. Yes, as silly as it sounds, but yes, I really lived my life with him back them. I waited for him everyday, I just wanted to talk with him everyday, I longed for him everyday, and I just begged God to let me with him.. and I got it. I got it all the way I wanted. But....
I'm going crazy. I cannot take it anymore. And I don't know if God would talk to me this time. But I have no other choice than to keep breathing...
And I see him everywhere in my room, I feel him underneath my skin, even the air I'm breathing I smell him everywhere.. I doubt I can escape this.. It's killing me. But yes, I have no other choice than to keep breathing.....
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Rosa Trinh Thu Raz.
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11/09/1992
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I see you, everywhere around..
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Again, there's another sad person in this planet and that is me. Somebody who cries at night, who thinks that love is so easy but is so hard at the same time. Somebody who reads the same old stories over and over again, who still lives in the past of the good old memories and memorizes it all in details. I'm that somebody. I'm more than somebody. I am sadder that just that somebody. Why? Because I'm so lost. I've managed to lose the light in this path, with him.
Tonight when I sleep, I will hope to get a chance to see him in my dreams. I miss him so much. I wish things aren't the way they are now. We were so happy, we were the happiest couple. We were more than just lovers. We, were nothing but just in love, were nothing but crazy about each other. He was the best thing that happened to me. He is the only one thing that lasts in my heart. I wish we didn't grow, I wish he was always there. I wish he were the same. But I don't know if he would take it all back from the beginning. I don't know. I wish I know, but in the end of the day, I really don't know.
I read about the things we did. I read about me and him falling in love, about me and him staying up late when we were just friends. I read about the old stories that we created together. I read it all back. And I feel extremely broken, because he was so in love with me. He was the thing that I lived for. Yes, as silly as it sounds, but yes, I really lived my life with him back them. I waited for him everyday, I just wanted to talk with him everyday, I longed for him everyday, and I just begged God to let me with him.. and I got it. I got it all the way I wanted. But....
I'm going crazy. I cannot take it anymore. And I don't know if God would talk to me this time. But I have no other choice than to keep breathing...
And I see him everywhere in my room, I feel him underneath my skin, even the air I'm breathing I smell him everywhere.. I doubt I can escape this.. It's killing me. But yes, I have no other choice than to keep breathing.....
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