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Friday, March 6, 2009 at 11:32 PM
It's raining while I'm blogging... I wanted to step out into the rain... But I can't... I have some stuff holding me back... Because I know if I do wrap out... I would try all means to do something.... It's raining heavily... I want to go swimming... A sudden urge... It's so heavy that I can see the wind... If not for the *pitted patter* I would mistaken it for a thick fog... I can't see beyond the trees... I only can see the compound of my condominium... Nothing beyond that... It's dark... I'm alone... The once clear sky has gone... As much as I try I fail... I began thinking where are you? Are you caught in the rain? Are you going to catch a cold? Are you safe inside your room? Is it too cold for you? And yeah it's dark... I'm alone... I need you... But you are too far away... She's right... The teacher is right... I'm afraid... I'm afraid to ask for things because I think I am unworthy of it... She got it right... I'm afraid... To ask things from you... Yes because I am down with all this like asthma and this thing... I dare not ask... That's why I never expected much from anyone... It's dark... It's raining... I hope you are fine... When the teacher ask me... "You are afraid of asking because you think you are unworthy right?"... I looked down in silence... And I broke... You are on my mind yes you are... But I don't know... I avoid it because I'm just so afraid... Just so afraid... That you would leave... Just like that... I don't want to see got back facing me walking away when I can't do anything... And your back slowly gradually growing smaller and smaller... I really don't want that... I want to catch up with you... I'm alone...

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 11:32 PM.


Friday, March 6, 2009 at 11:32 PM
It's raining while I'm blogging... I wanted to step out into the rain... But I can't... I have some stuff holding me back... Because I know if I do wrap out... I would try all means to do something.... It's raining heavily... I want to go swimming... A sudden urge... It's so heavy that I can see the wind... If not for the *pitted patter* I would mistaken it for a thick fog... I can't see beyond the trees... I only can see the compound of my condominium... Nothing beyond that... It's dark... I'm alone... The once clear sky has gone... As much as I try I fail... I began thinking where are you? Are you caught in the rain? Are you going to catch a cold? Are you safe inside your room? Is it too cold for you? And yeah it's dark... I'm alone... I need you... But you are too far away... She's right... The teacher is right... I'm afraid... I'm afraid to ask for things because I think I am unworthy of it... She got it right... I'm afraid... To ask things from you... Yes because I am down with all this like asthma and this thing... I dare not ask... That's why I never expected much from anyone... It's dark... It's raining... I hope you are fine... When the teacher ask me... "You are afraid of asking because you think you are unworthy right?"... I looked down in silence... And I broke... You are on my mind yes you are... But I don't know... I avoid it because I'm just so afraid... Just so afraid... That you would leave... Just like that... I don't want to see got back facing me walking away when I can't do anything... And your back slowly gradually growing smaller and smaller... I really don't want that... I want to catch up with you... I'm alone...

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 11:32 PM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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