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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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It's been a long time
Friday, February 8, 2013
Time check! 3:50AM, Sydney, Australia.
Who would have known it's already 2013. It feels like forever. I have missed the liberty of me expressing myself when I am in a different world. I'm so chilled. I'm in Marvin's Room - yup, the term that only a few would understand. I'm putting Drake on repeat. He's making me so groovy. I feel like I'm being appreciated. It's like someone is singing for me. It makes me sexy. It makes me fee wanted. I feel beautiful when I'm thinking of life when I'm like this. Like I'm living for a reason. It's a celebration.
But some says I'm escaping. I call myself neurotic because I depress myself. Not now, not tonight. I'm just so calm, it has been forever since I'm like this.
I'm not going to let anything ruin my life. My moment. The moment to feel good about myself, the moment I know I can make it through whatever. I know I can do it. I can go through this life regardless of what might kill me. I have died before. A part of me has gone too. I know I'm not the same person I was some time ago. At any point, be it three years ago, or five years ago, or ten, or whenever before, I was different. I have never felt this feeling before. It feels like I can finally understand why it's worth living for, for growing up like this, for understanding the meaning of life. It might have just been 20 years of being, but being here as I am, flesh and bones, I can see the picture of my head becoming a reality. That picture paints life. It's like I'm walking down this road, and somehow it leads me into a field full of yellow colors. And the wind is breezy as I run towards it, as I feel every cell of me coming a life. Yeah, the field is life. It stings a little when I feel pain, but me being under that cloudful sky, I know I'm living life.
I love. I know I always will. It might kill me. It did. It changed me. But I will never stop loving.
Maybe after all, this is a part of life. This is my run in that field. The more I run towards the sunrise, the more I understand why I'm going through whatever I am. It's all for a reason.
Light it up, blaze it up.
Now take it slow.
Run.
Enjoy the wind. Feel it.
Run.
You get it.
Now enjoy it.
You will know why running is tiring, but when you get there..
You get to your destination.
Now run.
Go.
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Rosa Trinh Thu Raz.
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11/09/1992
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It's been a long time
Friday, February 8, 2013
Time check! 3:50AM, Sydney, Australia.
Who would have known it's already 2013. It feels like forever. I have missed the liberty of me expressing myself when I am in a different world. I'm so chilled. I'm in Marvin's Room - yup, the term that only a few would understand. I'm putting Drake on repeat. He's making me so groovy. I feel like I'm being appreciated. It's like someone is singing for me. It makes me sexy. It makes me fee wanted. I feel beautiful when I'm thinking of life when I'm like this. Like I'm living for a reason. It's a celebration.
But some says I'm escaping. I call myself neurotic because I depress myself. Not now, not tonight. I'm just so calm, it has been forever since I'm like this.
I'm not going to let anything ruin my life. My moment. The moment to feel good about myself, the moment I know I can make it through whatever. I know I can do it. I can go through this life regardless of what might kill me. I have died before. A part of me has gone too. I know I'm not the same person I was some time ago. At any point, be it three years ago, or five years ago, or ten, or whenever before, I was different. I have never felt this feeling before. It feels like I can finally understand why it's worth living for, for growing up like this, for understanding the meaning of life. It might have just been 20 years of being, but being here as I am, flesh and bones, I can see the picture of my head becoming a reality. That picture paints life. It's like I'm walking down this road, and somehow it leads me into a field full of yellow colors. And the wind is breezy as I run towards it, as I feel every cell of me coming a life. Yeah, the field is life. It stings a little when I feel pain, but me being under that cloudful sky, I know I'm living life.
I love. I know I always will. It might kill me. It did. It changed me. But I will never stop loving.
Maybe after all, this is a part of life. This is my run in that field. The more I run towards the sunrise, the more I understand why I'm going through whatever I am. It's all for a reason.
Light it up, blaze it up.
Now take it slow.
Run.
Enjoy the wind. Feel it.
Run.
You get it.
Now enjoy it.
You will know why running is tiring, but when you get there..
You get to your destination.
Now run.
Go.
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