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i'll betaking my time
take these chances and turn them around
because i cannot let myself regret again



SWEET HATRED

when it rains...

I want my world to be in clouds
i want this memories to be kept
this miracle will be locked
and no one will have to know



WAITING

ignorance

i'm not going anywhere



that's what you get

Sae
Beverley
muzi
3e2
syazwani
vincent
wei keat
adeline
gregory
Jian Hui
Ivy
Mrs Teo
tina
Sharyl
Jia Xuan
Jasmine
Shermin
Jearl
Gek Heong
Jocelyn
ferrone
Xiu Rong
ming hao
jing jie
licheng
lishan
kelly
coffee
Felicia
ChunHui
Xue Qun
Dickson



i wonder....

if heaven is beautiful...
if the world is so perfect...
if music notes are really black and not purpur...
if games really are fun...
if i forget everyone i know...
if i can stop saying "if".

i'm dreaming again

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i still try***

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

“Can you hear the sound?”

“It’s loud, and deafening even, this resonance.
Can you hear it?
I’m sure you can, because your heart, like mine, is hollow.


Perhaps that what it means by being alone – that emptiness, even when you’re with many people.
It is the bottles with the most hollow that resonates the loudest, and produce the lowest, most melancholic sounds.

That, I feel travelling with similar frequencies from mine.”


“It’s called loneliness, isn’t it?”







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extracted from sae's blog---HOLLOW.

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