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Smile, it's simple. Wednesday, January 16, 2013. I've sealed it shut. Choked the veins in my heart. I couldn't take the pain from being tossed around so I wrapped it up in bubble wrap. I used to be shattered. Did my best to glue the bottle back together. I could not find a replacement to contain my heart, so I repaired my broken one. Like a broken tap. I had let love out a couple of times. Almost showing my heart, I quickly hid it back. I kept it hidden. The feeling I hated to show. Yes, I am old.

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Smile, it's simple. Friday, January 25, 2013. What are my natural talents? Do I have any? All I knew was to dedicate my time and effort into doing what I love most. I would pour out my energy to the point I would be in pain throughout the night. But I will definitely be better. Better than I was the day before. I will deal with the pain. I will deal with the embarrassment of making mistakes. And I will definitely deal with you. I will not lose to the likes of you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Smile, it's simple. Wednesday, June 6, 2012. What am I doing? I failed. I knew I should have seen it coming. I'm never good enough. It's so hard to breathe now. It reminds me of my existence. I should have reminded myself. I can even fall. When the road's smooth up ahead. I can't find faith. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I don't really write welcome letters to my readers, but yeah. So my blog came alive and here I am. Yes, I am old. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.

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smile, it's simple: July 2012

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Smile, it's simple. Tuesday, July 10, 2012. Every one of us. Why are we here? The future seems so near. And yet, so unclear. Where are we going? We talked with our plans in mind. Forgetting about those left behind. Why are we doing all this? I can't imagine myself in a year's time, picking out the right path to walk on. And when that path ends, where would I go? I can leave, I can stay. I have the choice. What would I do? Which path will I take? To survive, or to struggle? Will I take the risk?

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smile, it's simple: April 2013

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Smile, it's simple. Tuesday, April 9, 2013. My heart is made of glass. I am crystal clear, hard, yet fragile. I've been hit, crushed, dropped. Will I still be crystal clear. With many broken shards of glass? Shattered all over again. This glue holding these shattered pieces. That forms my heart. I know it won't hold. I don't want to fall apart. All the walls I've put up. They have been crumbling down. They could not take the impact. Of all these screams and punches and kicks. That was not the only thing.

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smile, it's simple: November 2011

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Smile, it's simple. Wednesday, November 16, 2011. I slammed the door and locked myself in my room. She laughed at me, mocked me for my hairdo. Her apology was insincere,. Sorry" is now a word that holds no meaning. I loved my new look, but she made me feel inferior. I know that no one could make me feel inferior without my consent,. But she has no respect for people with titles. I am an older sister, but she treats me like a toy. Picking me up when she wants me,. Abusing me when she feels like it. So my ...

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smile, it's simple: May 2011

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Smile, it's simple. Saturday, May 28, 2011. Study date may not have worked out so well. It was still memorable. Seven of us in the library "studying". Confiscating each others' phones and laughing at each other. After that four of us went out for dinner, I was the only girl but it was okay. The guys loved insulting each other, making me say things that sided their opinions. Don't listen to him! Listen to the ones in white school uniform and white batman shirt, the one in red is evil! I'm going to miss ev...

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smile, it's simple: April 2012

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Smile, it's simple. Thursday, April 19, 2012. I don't get it. I feel like I've torn off part of myself. Now I'm half empty. Who was I again? I can't quite remember. I hear my name being called, but it's not the same name I'm used to back when I was in secondary school. I've lost it and now. I want it back. But I've misplaced it. Left it behind as I moved forward. I don't know where to begin. What is it that I'm looking for? All I know right now. Is that I feel empty inside. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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smile, it's simple: July 2011

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Smile, it's simple. Thursday, July 28, 2011. So, I've been stuck in reality for months, say for my whole life. It's hard to fall back on fantasy now, I have no idea how to live with it. No matter how hard I tried to keep myself happy, there's always some thing to pull me down. Hard. I want you, but not words. I want time, but not seconds. I want the truth, but fill me with lies. I want warmth, but don't go away. I want to know, but hide it from me. I want my story, but don't write it for me. I write what...

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smile, it's simple: May 2012

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Smile, it's simple. Tuesday, May 22, 2012. I'm losing my balance. I can't seem to hold on. I've too many things to hold on to? Should I let go? Will I let go? What am I letting go? The silly things I wish I could be. It's eating me up alive. The responsibilities I've shouldered. It's dragging me down. I need to get things right. Before I'm left with nothing. What do I need? What do I want? What is good and what is not? I think I need a list. Monday, May 7, 2012. Where am I now? What time is it now?