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07.16.2010 6:30 OfficeIt's TGIFriday!!! We're coding today and I'm at the office trying to get some sleep before people start coming in.  Colbie Calliat is in the background and it brings memories of sort, transporting me to a time not long ago.  A time where I was in my alternate universe and yet the pull of the real world assists me in traversing it. I'm getting a fuzzy feeling which makes me

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07.10.2010 18:30 Living Rm  Oh (oh, oh, oh) Oh (oh, oh, oh) Oh (oh, oh, oh) Oh (oh, oh, oh) Keep drinking coffee Stare me down across the table While I look outside So many things I'd say if only I were able But I just keep quiet And count the cars that pass by You've got opinions, man We're all entitled to 'em But I never asked So let me thank you for your time And try not to waste anymore of

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by:Ne-yoShe's starin' at me I'm sittin' wonderin' what she's thinkin' Nobody's talkin' 'cause talkin' just turns into screamin' And now it's I'm yellin' over her, she yellin' over me All that that means is neither of us is listening And what's even worse? That we don't even remember why we're fighting So both of us are mad for Nothing, fighting for Nothin', crying for Nothing, whoa But we won't

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05.15.2010  03:36 Our bedroom It's funny that I find myself in the same predicament and run to the same comfort as I have when I started this blog. So many things has happened, wonderful things, some even greater... what I have realized is that my motivation for writing are not the great things... I write to find solace. >>>>>>>>>>>> I do not know where to start. Or where to pick up from...

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06.02.200900:10BedroomMy brother has started his own blog a couple of weeks ago. He added me up to his featured list... now, I'm pressured to update mine. The problem is I coudn't organize my thoughts to come up with a solid entry. There's just so many things going on my head, things to write about, where to begin, work tomorrow, need for sleep... and so many other thoughts whirring up in my

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06.30.08 Monday9:11Living RmYup! It’s another start of the work week and I’m still at home. WAG is banned for coding on a Monday and I have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning, breeze through my morning rituals and be along EDSA by around 6:30. I usually arrive a little after 7 every Monday but today, my sched has pretty gone haywire because I unconsciously ignored my alarm and woke up at 6:30.

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06.29.200803:11My roomI’ve been finding time to write entries for my blog for the past few days. Still not as regular and monitored, just free flow of thoughts and words. The funny thing though is that our connection to the internet is still down. Hopefully, I’m still in my writing zone once I could connect to the web.

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at the Rockwell Tent during the Make Your Own Havaianas '08 event06.25.200800:15My roomSlippers days…My fetish for slippers started way, way back (ask my soccer team mates, they know). I have always loved wearing them because they’re so comfortable. My feet are claustrophobic… they’re under therapy(due to office regulations) but they’d always rejoice at

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06.25.200822:48My roomI’d so much want to rave with my new acquisition(s) and how wonderfully productive my day went but über poor performance from our network service provider forces me to rant instead. For the past 3 days, we’ve failed to connect once again to the net. This happening after a 3-day none connection just the previous week! Yeah… 2 weeks in a row… can you believe it? Right when

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03.28.200817:49OfcAs I wait impatiently for the clock to tick 18:00… I get excited with the thought of our upcoming family trip to Bora. After the back and forth calls and e-mails to our contact for accommodations, the countless internet hours for rush booking flights, the numerous excel sheets and computations for the gruesome budgeting… it’s final… WE ARE GOING TO BORACAY!!!This trip is going

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0301200717:37I have left everyone (who bothers to read my blog) hanging with my previous entry. I apologize for not updating… There were so many times and instances that I wished to write… for the sake of informing friends, to release pent up emotions, to share whatever… but, I didn’t even have the time to write or type it in draft.As I have come to realize much too often, time can be a brutal

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09.12.200616:08Ofc.Just when I was prepping up to start applying in other companies, my current employer decides to give us the regularization we’ve been waiting for 5 loooooooooooooong years!At the start of the year, HR told me that my contract renewal along with a measly increase in compensation will be delayed for at least three months in line with higher management’s decision of the no

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09.04.200611:30OfcI’ve been climbing this cliff anxiously striving to reach the top. With my body bruised and aching, the skin on my hands torn from the sharpness of the rocks that are the only things I cling on, I search for the edge of the cliff but my eyes are blinded by the glare of the sun. I can’t move further. I decide to let go.As the wind opens its doors for my descent, time cushions

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Just dropped by to correct some mistakes... before I do... I'd just like to thank you to those who have corrected me on some of my mistakes from the previous entry. As I've said.. experts, correct me if I'm wrong... who else would than those who know best... Okay... 1. The file that I was frustratingly downloading which by the way I failed to during that time but, was successful just this

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(picture from Hed Kandi's album cover of the World Series UK)08.24.200610:13Ofc.Urghness!!! I’m currently in the process of downloading Paul Thomas’ mix last August 6. FYI, the file is 1 hour and 25 minutes long, that’s 82.99mb of pure house/techno music… bit rate at 192Kbps and I’m being tortured since my office desktop is as fast as traffic along the South Super Highway (south bound) every

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08.17.200610:28 Somehow, I know that it’s going to be a lovely day. I’ve been really down these past few days. It has actually been a whirl wind. But generally, it’s been… um… down. Today though, I can feel that it’s totally going to be different. I woke up a few minutes before my alarm rang. I lingered a bit in bed and got up at the sound of Love Generation from my phone signaling

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21:4508.16.2006Can you hear what I’m saying?I wonderOf all the people in the worldIt’s you who can’t ponder All you see is my pout, my stare, my angerYou miss the essential things…What’s the matter? Am I too vague?Probably getting too complexBaby, try to listen…It’ll stop your being vexed I hurt so much when you shut me outDon’t take me for grantedI’m not for a single bout

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For the past few days, I've been rummaging through my brain for a topic to write (blog) about. Believe me, there must have been a hundred of things from petty stuff like traffic in Edsa, this new song I so love, my day to day activities to profound ones such as the lack of spirituality that has led to a deeper sense of dissatisfaction in my life or my desire to do something about it and finally

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by: John LegendGirl im in love with you This ain't the honeymoon Past the infatuation phase Right in the thick of love At times we get sick of love It seems like we argue everyday I know i misbehaved And you made your mistakes And we both still got room left to grow And though love sometimes hurts I still put you first And we'll make this thing work But I think we should take it slow

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(picture copied from www.sonypictures.com)I just finished watching "Click". It's a movie about a guy (Adam Sandler) who had the privelge of looking and experiencing life according to how he wanted. It's a no brainer, knowing that Adam Sandler is starring in this movie, it is a comedy. Inspite being a comedy though, I can't help but to shed some tears as the movie was coming to an end. The story

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(Picture taken from the official site of Fifa World Cup 2006 website (fifaworldcup.com) with the following quote: Brazil's Ronaldo reacts to his team's loss to France after their World Cup 2006 quarter-final soccer match in Frankfurt July 1, 2006.)Yes, you've got that right, World Cup 2002 champs were booted out of WC 2006 after France scored 1 - 0 July 1, 2006, 22:00 at Frankfurt, Germany (

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05.10.200614:35Ofc.(Picture at right is a view of my favoritest beach at Fuego, the Fuego Beach)Cont…When we got home, we started preparing for dinner. Mojacko and I started cooking Sinigang and the other girls cooked rice and prepared the table for dinner. The rest of the boys on the other hand, went to the poker table and resumed their game.We finished with dinner at around 9, took some

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05.01.200615:07Ofc. (Long Beach, Punta Fuego; picture borrowed from puntafuego.com)As promised, I’m giving an account of my summer escapades for info, details, plain reading or other what have you’s… now let me do this by starting with the most recent trip…Punta Fuego… (the repeat)Pre-tripLast weekend, my barkada from way back along with our significant others (with the exception of the Igorot

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05.03.200614:23OfficeI have always loved the summer season. Strolling along the sand with the sea barely touching your toes under the heat of the sun… with the love of your life holding your hand, and your bag, and your bottle of water =)Goofiness aside, I do love summer! It’s the time of the year to schedule out of town trips, be with friends, relax!!! Though people like us (the working class I

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05.02.200616:40OfficeLast night, I got to know the brother of my sister’s boyfriend, Gino (not his real name of course) and I must say that I truly envy his job. He’s not a doctor, leave that to my brother; he’s not a lawyer, leave that to his sister; he’s a…. (drum roll)… PROFESSIONAL BLOGGER. Yup! You’ve got that right. Gino is a professional blogger.What exactly is a professional blogger?

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by : mir88i03.03.200611:16OfcI release my emotions through writing.I think about what lies ahead.Am I ready for this?Do I accept the fact that my forever has a feeling of this…This emotion I’m feeling now…Uncertainty, anger, hurt, paranoia.As I face to answer this questionMy head throbs in pain and my chest bursts out from

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When a GIRL is quiet, Millions of things are running in her mind. When a GIRL is not arguing,She is thinking deeply. When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions, She is wondering how long you will be around. When a GIRL answers "i'm fine" after a few seconds, She is not at all fine. When a GIRL stares at you, She is wondering why you are lying. When a GIRL says I love you, She means it.

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0116200617:419 months, waiting foreverfeeling, longing anticipating…to feel your tiny hand clasping my finger…to hear your soft cries when you hunger…to see, to smell, to love and to pamperWaiting… waiting…. When are you coming?The pain, the anxiety…. I feel nothingOne more push, to the ends just to hear you cryingMy last senses reserved to welcome you to the worldI touch your hand, but you do

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01.01.06 12:37 pmEngagd n kmi ni isbelle1! I proposd to her aftr midnight mas lst xmas. Oct or dec 2006 ang wedding! Punta kyo. Hehe2.My bessy is getting married! I got goose bumps after I received this (text message all the way from Singapore). Somehow I knew, after everything that happened between them, it was inevitable that they end up with each other. How can they not? They’re like socket

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Another year has come to pass. I can’t believe that in just 2 days, 2005 is over!As I was on my way to the office for the last day of work, the hosts of the Morning Rush over at RX 93.1 was talking about how, in general, 2005 was a bad year. Be it financially, economically, politically, spiritually, romantically…. Um… let me go back on that one later…. Well, in general, I must agree. It was rocky

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Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they're afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground, that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. That is why we

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Eric ClaptonI thought that you’d be loving meI thought you were the oneWho’d stay foreverBut now forever’s come and goneAnd I’m still here aloneCoz you were only playingYou were only playing with my heartI was never waitingI was never waiting for the tears to startIt was youWho put the clouds (of blue/above me)It was youWho made the tears fall downIt was you (it was you)Who broke my heart in

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06.23.200511:18OfficeHere’s my blog come back! Hahahha! I’ve got several unfinished entries saved at my local file already. I’ve tried to write time and again about stuff that has been happening with me but somehow, something comes up and I end up with another unfinished blog entry… (so sad!) So, here’s another shot of making a successful (i.e. finished) entry.Okay, last I looked, my most

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06.15.2005It’s only now that I’m writing about what happened to my summer. (Very timely since this is my sister’s official end of summer vacation as she goes back to school today.  duhness…)So, what happened to Summer 2005? Here’s a fast track on my out of town happenings. I mentioned in an earlier entry that my first out of town was in Tagaytay with The Charmed Ones1. I went back to Tagaytay by

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Set You FreeSide AWe often fool ourselves and sayThat it’s love onlyBut when it’s goneWe end up being lonelySo how are we to know?That it just isn’t soThat we just had to let each other goThere were many timesWhen we shared precious momentsBut later realize they wereOnly stolen momentsSo how are we to knowThat it just wasn’t soThat we just had to let each other goIf loving you is all that means

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Forgive me for the upcoming rant.....It's 2:30pm, Monday. Almost everybody hates Mondays. Start of a work week, probably a hundred or so blanks to sign, reams and reams of paper to file, tons of forms to encode, numerous calls to answer.... you get the picture. A lot of us hate Mondays because it's back to work, work, work!Well, not for me. I actually hate Mondays because when I go back to the

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Go while the goin' is goodKnowing when to leave may be the smartest thing thatAnyone can learn. Go.I'm afraid my heart Isn't very smartFly while you still have your wingsKnowing when to leave won't ever let you reach thePoint of no return. Fly.Foolish as it seemsI still have my dreamsSo I keep hoping.Day after day as I wait for the man I needNight after night as I wish for the love that can

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4.12.205There are two seasons I love best, Christmas (who doesn’t with the abundance of gifts around hehehe!) and summer! I have always loved summer. Since I was a kid, the sunny months has always spelled fun, fun, fun for me. Whether it be enrichment classes, skill development, frolicking in the sun or just hanging out with friends, it has always been one of the prime reasons I live. Well, yah

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>>>>>>>>>>A little more inspirationA little more timeA little more hopeA little more appreciationA little more patienceWe'll get there soon....Watch me....

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by Bonnie Bailey Three years ago my journey began Chasing down this cure no plan in hand Just your pulse, my racing guide in the dark Just knowing with conviction from the start The moment your eyes made an introduction I felt my second violent breath of life Flawless to the point of being godly Yet I fell hard for your imperfections And now we're slightly weathered, we're slightly worn Our

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My heart longs for so much that I don't have. When will contentment ever stumble upon me? To put my heart at ease, To fill my feeble body, To resolve my questioning mind, To satiate my diminished spirit... So I can sleep tonight with blissful thoughts of the morrow And wake up, alive and ready to take on the day To be able to stand with dignity with the ability to

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I sit here and watch you. Amidst the hustle and bustle outside, you slumber ever so peacefully. A ray of light shines upon your face and the radiance of life comforts my troubled spirit. I wonder how a simple love can burst forth complexeties so great. The world around us shouts confusion and doubt. Your whisper stands above it and rescues me to tranquility. I understand now... everything is

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If suddenly time would stretch one more hour for me To do something, what would it be? Probably continue to dream, sleep, enjoy my nest Or explore the world with so much life and zest I'd appreciate more the things I see Perhaps smell lilacs, chase butterflies or walk more leisurely. There are countless things to what I'd do, where I'd be, One thing's for sure though, all these would mean

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I love too much without thinking I am willing to lose myself Even if it means tears in the afternoon sun I wish to see your smile for the rest of my mornings Will you stay just a bit longer Please...

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by MYMP Kung sinabi mo noon Ako’y iyong mahal Di sana tayo na ang nagkatuluyan Nang sinabi ko noon Ikaw ang mahal ko Ito’y tapat At may dalang walang hanggang pangako Ngunit di nagkatotoo May iba kang nakita Kaya’t nakapagtataka Ba’t ako’y hinahanap mo pa? Kung tayo’y magkikita muli Pwedeng magtanong sa iyo Ang tibok ba ng puso mo’y nagbago? Kung sinabi mo noon Ika’y may pagtining D sana’y

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Oh ya, I'm on leave today.. hahaha! Not exactly in slacker mode, just going to do some errands. Anyway, I already posted the entries from my previous blog site here. It's in the archives around March to June I guess. Mostly sad entries though, but if you're up to it, read on... >>>>>>>>>> Thanks to everybody who went out of their usual Sunday sched to sit down for a couple of hours to catch

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by Tamiya With every passing moment Thoughts of you run through my head Everytime that I'm near you I realize that you're heaven sent I think you're truly something special Just what my dreams are really made of Let's stay together you and me, boy There's no one like you around, Oh, baby I really like what you've done to me I can't really explain it I'm so into you It could be the way that you

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How many weeks have passed that I failed to make a sensible post? (Thus, the title) Hay...... Ofcourse, so much has happened since the last post and I really couldn't cramp it up just so my blog gets updated. Hmmm..... I'll do my best to pick up where I left off... let's see...... >>>>>>>>>> The week that was was a down week for me. I had 2 half-days, missed Wed badminton, slept earliest at

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TOPIC FOR DISCUSSION: WHEN DO YOU STOP LOVING? tell me what you have in mind.... post away...

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12:39 AM I'm so hungry... 6 more hours till morning Ate, I'm home... good! Lumidee's Never Leave.... missing my bessy terribly.. tsk. The need to sleep.... I can't. Can it be possible that someone is thinking of me at this very moment? I wonder... Garfield keeps making me smile... I'm sorry I don't wear polka-dots...

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Another week has passed and another week is waiting to begin. It's amazing how time just wheezes by with no consideration of feelings, moments, people... nothing stands in its way. How often have I heard of people "wanting to freeze time"? There is no such thing. All we've got to do is make the most out of the "now" to make wonderful memories of the past and make sense of the future. >>>>>>>>>>

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What a week! I really should be sleeping right now for my much needed rest. But, I've made a committment to myself and my blog that I'd be putting 'A' effort for this. It's sort of a project... something to remind me of what has passed, the learnings and memories that came along with it plus something to update my friends with. I'm starting with at least an entry per week. Hopefully, that will

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... 2 cars... ... KFC's mix box of 6 plus extra gravy... ... ketchup... ... Sola Raspberry, Hawiian Punch and 2 bottles of Wilkins... ... 3 badminton raquets, no shuttlecock... ... California scents ... ... rubbershoes and sandals... ... a pathetic soul... ... a complete jerk... ... final awakening.

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Nah.... I created my first blog because I wanted a medium where I could pour out my "pent up" emotions. It's still active. So why then create another one? Mainly for 2 reasons... I have other emotions aside from bitterness that I want to share with my friends, well, strangers are welcome as well.I want to post a comment on Julius' entry.... so I've got him to thank really for triggering me

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My bessy left this afternoon. It was a rainy sad day. I wanted to linger a bit longer.I didn't want to cry.I saw him off.He looked back one last time.

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Making the decision to look at reality straight in the eye and finally move on doesn't mean that you stop hurting. It simply means you make an effort so that someday, you do. It was last week when I made that choice. One last effort. It failed. It was no wake up call... life has kept calling on me that day when he said goodbye. It was more of me, finally opening my ears and listening. I

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It has been weeks since I last wrote. Contemplating on things and my life. Wondering where I am and where I am off to. Looking.. still searching for life... wanting to continue to breathe...

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If you turn back and close your eyes, Would the love you feel cease to exist? If one day you walk away, Would you again feel the void that once haunts you? If suddenly the complexities of life confront you, Would it still be simple and plain? That I am still your life And someday your wife will I remain? 15:16 * home

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The morning sun constatly beckons to me... when will you ever stand? It's getting late and so much time is on your feet! I gaze away. My legs are stiff and heavy and my mind wishes to soothe away the hurt and pain that beleaguers my being by sitting still and travelling to the abyss of my thoughts.

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What do you do if the only reason you breathe ceases to exist?

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After almost 5 weeks of ice buckets and slaps, of waking and dozing off again, I have finally brought myself to sit up at my bedside. I have brought myself to realize that life won’t cease urging me to awake; it won’t give in to my stubbornness of hiding under the sheets and going over what happened in my dreams. The morning sun has begun to shine through the heavy curtain that shades my room

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I’ve been sitting in my bed with a glass on my hand. Trying to figure out a way for me to understand to this talk we just had. Questions I have asked somebody yesterday, about the sadness in your eyes. From the biggest smile are you facing away? Questions I have asked some about how you feel. Only eyes reveal. Your answers are for real. But I can’t read your mind, not this time. I just want to

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After almost seven years of being with someone, I have completely dismissed the fact that I could ever tread life alone. It seems that I have been utterly tenable to the comfort of knowing that my someone will forever be able to shield me and forever catch me when I need to find solace when the world decides to be cruel at times. I have unlearned to trust myself and to rely on the sturdiness of

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