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Continue reading →: Still Oblivious but Learning
When he gives you time, does that mean it’s already a sign That he’s interested in investing his heart? When he asks about you, does that mean he cares Or simply an instinct he’s compelled to do? There are so many possibilities. Different answers, varying timing. Guard your heart. Guard…
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Continue reading →: Companion Beyond the Wall
When friends start to get busy I’m left staring quietly Too many thoughts running through my mind I need someone. Please. Anyone? They are hurting me from inside As I walk home, longing for my room Looking forward to finally speaking Even when only walls are listening
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Continue reading →: Random Reflection of a Busy Panda Bear
Love and Everything in Between– A possibly eye-catching title for a blog post. More clicks, more chances of having new readers, but those don’t matter. This is a random bit of my thoughts to kill the time while waiting for my next class. So, if anyone is interested in reading through…
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Continue reading →: Cluttered
Every time I try to be honest All the things I planned come to an end With a single line of luck in one hand No one knows what strikes me inside Poems reflect who I am But most of the time it shows who I wish I was The…
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Continue reading →: A Moment to Remember
How does it feel to be left alone in an unknown place where everyone seems to know each other… While YOU… stand in the corner… silent, scared, sad, and still NOBODY seems to notice because everyone’s enjoying their time with a total STRANGER… Make…
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Continue reading →: Being Free
Every now and then, this little girl sees through my eyes, beyond my mind, beyond my soul. She tries to delve into the deepest, darkest, most treasured memories, and feelings I have kept to myself for so long. She doesn’t think of anything to spare me from the pain that…
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Continue reading →: Startled
With the lack of time, my mind can’t seem to function. Will the heart to write be enough to make things right? Stupidity is my ever failure and friend But is it enough to give myself the identity I dread? Writing lines is not enough Especially when you do not…
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Continue reading →: LAME
What if you intentionally cut your fingers one by one every time you lose sight of your love? Some people may call it an obsession but you see it as an expression. Some people see it as weird and freaky but you consider it as a release of overflowing emotions.…
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