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I looked into those eyes and I saw an absolute sadness. But there you were, speaking as if nothing had happened, contemplating to assure me that you are everything but crushed. My dearest, I know the taste of defeat, and no matter how hard you try to hide them, one who has been there would be able to smell it. But it is understandable for you to act like this; it is good to be positive, so you put on that smile on your face, but clearly you were struggling in convincing me that I should not be worried.
My dear, you should know by now that I am not that easy to be convinced. One look into your eyes and the seconds you speak; those are just enough for the sadness to be felt, flowing through my blood vessel, and filled the insides of the heart. I need not you to admit especially if you don’t want to, but I am hoping that you understand my intention — that I am here for you always. It is never wrong to feel the way you are feeling right now. It is never a weakness. Even heroes have the right to bleed. Ti amerò per sempre con tutto il mio cuore, non importa quello che accadrà.
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I get terribly upset when important things begins to fail, but I am no quitter. However there are matters that will go against you no matter how hard you push and fight for its survival, that you realised you are actually losing. And yet, I refused to give up; I might have wavered, leaning close to forfeiture due to my anger that can’t forgive someone or some people for taking all of us for granted, which in turns become the reason I returned to where I was before. Perhaps I am stubborn, or some even called me an idiot for having this trait tattooed on my veins and bones, as I am always the one that stays, standing still in the dust storm of desert, believing that it will end soon and having this faith has always been a problem, because there is always a risk that the storm ends up destroying everything, leaving you a pile of twisted threads that you can’t untangled. So I asked myself, is this another scene in my life where I’d be the stupid believer again and I have no answers for I never know if I don’t do something. Still, it is unpleasant to be this sort of person, because in the end, regardless of the outcome, I’d be taken for granted.. as always. So here I am, willingly to be sacrificed in this ridiculous maze of man-made tornado, and I don’t give a damn about you and your inexcusable reasons because I will fight hard and I will even kick your arse if I have to. The one thing that I resent is for one who does not show a proper sense of responsibility when he holds the authority.
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Dear journal,
I cannot help it but there is a twinge of desolation in my heart after what happened today. I guess I forgot that two people can’t fit that number one spot. And I have forgotten how I do not belong in any other top positions in their lives; I’m always the extra cast in any stories, I’d never be the leading thespian. If they had wanted me to be there in the first place, they would have waited, as it wasn’t that late, and they would have informed me earlier. And what’s ironic is that they got a hold on my only property and left, but I can’t demand it as I’ve given the pity to be on their property.. What I’m saying is that I’m like an unwanted child, and today I’ve been reminded of that, again. If I’d be like some kind of investment, I’d got to be the worst one with the lowest earnings. And to make it even worse, they can’t sell me off; you can’t sell anything without no value in it.
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You are holding my heart captive
For how long, you want to know?
Well, I know not for sure, just that
one day everything seems in gold,
sparkling glow all across the universe
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I guess I do.
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She was like a frail shadow,
following your every little footsteps
as you took a walk under the bright, scorching sun.
You could see her, vividly,
but none of you could feel or touch;
still, all that matter was the attachment of the souls.
Together, you walked your life,
with her, who stayed loyal on your side,
continued the journey which now seemed to be thriving.
Night came in, and as darkness catches up,
you stood still, thinking it is the time,
you watched the shadow faded, got eaten up and vanished.
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Cinta bukan sekadar memori, genggaman tangan, ucapan kata-kata indah..
Cinta itu mengalami. Cinta itu menghargai.
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I sometimes dream of days with drizzling rain,
the mist floating on the wet asphalt,
grey clouds covering the blue sky,
obstructing the ray of light,
making every inch of the world black and blue,
embracing everything in coldness,
and the cloak of darkness draped on softly;
this is the weather in the district of my soul,
it might seems gloomy but I am at peace.
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Love makes you become foolish and insane.
One time you smile, and then you frown.
It makes you fly high, moments later you fall hard on the ground.
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It’s that damn memory. I’ve been free from the thought of it but lately it haunts me that it feels like I’m being tied down, squished by it, and it is so heavy that I struggled to take a breath, as it struck the heart of my guilt over and over again, with blood squirting from the veins of my soul, and another part of me died.
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