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August 13, 2012. Saw a flight of birds. On their way back home. They moved in a rhythm. It was my song. I longed for home. But I can't go home. I am not done with home. I have promises for home. I have dreams for home. Impossible, impossible dreams. But where I stand now. What I have been through. Says all of the opposite. I watched as my dreams. Even the smallest of my dreams. Were turned real before me. What I thought I couldn’t do. Where my life had been risky. I had been saved. So this time round.

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August 13, 2012. Saw a flight of birds. On their way back home. They moved in a rhythm. It was my song. I longed for home. But I can't go home. I am not done with home. I have promises for home. I have dreams for home. Impossible, impossible dreams. But where I stand now. What I have been through. Says all of the opposite. I watched as my dreams. Even the smallest of my dreams. Were turned real before me. What I thought I couldn’t do. Where my life had been risky. I had been saved. So this time round.

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August 13, 2012. Saw a flight of birds. On their way back home. They moved in a rhythm. It was my song. I longed for home. But I can't go home. I am not done with home. I have promises for home. I have dreams for home. Impossible, impossible dreams. But where I stand now. What I have been through. Says all of the opposite. I watched as my dreams. Even the smallest of my dreams. Were turned real before me. What I thought I couldn’t do. Where my life had been risky. I had been saved. So this time round.

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her written lullaby: don't ever.

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March 30, 2012. Don't ever think that when people are happy, they are free from any pain. open your eyes. listen. really listen. real eyes will realise. real eyes will see. real eyes will understand. that one is happy because one is in the midst of fighting pain. so will the real eyes do a favor and help the fight, by being happy too? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). One day i will walk the runway. Sudah terbiasa alasan bukan sempurnasudah terbiasa. A Piece from the Past. I write to heal myself.

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her written lullaby: horrible

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March 31, 2012. And the cat is unwell. And i am unhappy. And whatever curse i place upon them. Who put the cat in such a horrible situation. The curse does nothing. And what do i do. I can't save everything i wanted. But does how-things-work understand. The feeling of giving up on saving something. So dear to the heart. Or maybe that's the point. That the only means of saving. Is in letting go. March 31, 2012 at 2:54 PM. March 31, 2012 at 4:47 PM. April 1, 2012 at 4:02 AM. April 14, 2012 at 3:21 PM.

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her written lullaby: December 2011

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December 26, 2011. I like to be alone on a swing set. I like to lean on. Be thrown and be flown. But still at my own pace. When i am swung to the front. My chin is all up. With the strength of the quiet wind. With the force from the inside. I am up up and i cant help. But smile to the sky. The sky ain't blue today. When i am swung to the back. An emotion overwhelms me. And what do i do. The wind tells me i am scared. I fear and i'm afraid. But to fear is to indulge. In a form of unbelief.

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her written lullaby: The short walk.

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July 12, 2012. July 13, 2012 at 8:54 AM. Damn, u could make novel! 9829; this. :-). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I write to heal myself. View my complete profile. Beethoven the cat (Tumblr). 160;lovely reader(s) online. Watermark template. Template images by digi guru.

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her written lullaby: not home yet.

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August 13, 2012. Saw a flight of birds. On their way back home. They moved in a rhythm. It was my song. I longed for home. But I can't go home. I am not done with home. I have promises for home. I have dreams for home. Impossible, impossible dreams. But where I stand now. What I have been through. Says all of the opposite. I watched as my dreams. Even the smallest of my dreams. Were turned real before me. What I thought I couldn’t do. Where my life had been risky. I had been saved. So this time round.

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August 13, 2012. Saw a flight of birds. On their way back home. They moved in a rhythm. It was my song. I longed for home. But I can't go home. I am not done with home. I have promises for home. I have dreams for home. Impossible, impossible dreams. But where I stand now. What I have been through. Says all of the opposite. I watched as my dreams. Even the smallest of my dreams. Were turned real before me. What I thought I couldn’t do. Where my life had been risky. I had been saved. So this time round.

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