I Want To Be What You Always Wanted And Needed...

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Sunday, February 21, 2010 at 5:40 AM

I was thinking.

If we were not allowed to cry,

not allowed to breakdown,

not allowed to be depressed,

not allowed to mope,

not allowed to scream,

not allowed to fall down,

not allowed to do things that we want once in a while,

not allowed to look back,

not allowed to stop thinking for one second,

not allowed to stop moving forward,

be it being pushed, hauled or dragged.

It would have meant that our lives are empty, like we're being punished or something.

"I hit the nail spot on, right?"

Yes, she hit the nail, rather hard.

Her voice; her words.

Can't stop haunting me.

It's like being forced to sit on the table,

with everything laid on the platter,

and forced to look at it.

please don't.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 5:40 AM.