I just came back from my happy routine life.
I'm home.
The griefs, the sorrows underneath,
Has come and fetch me.
Pulling me back from the happiness that I used to have,
Towards the darkest nights,
Promises which they can never keep.
They have been expecting too much from me,
when they can give nothing..
Its my fault that I hoped too much,
and now I can feel the deepest hurt,
when i fall.
Miserable life,
Broken life,
Hopeless and meaningless.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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wuasss....
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ReplyDeleteIhiiyy..!!
ReplyDeleteopo sehh..
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eh What a meaningless conversation going on here in the comments. It almost seems like Joss is simply trying to attract Priss's attention lol.
ReplyDeleteHow miserable is your life? And where are you coming back from?
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ReplyDeleteComing back from my happy life. Back to the miserable life.
Hahah :D
priss. says:
ReplyDeleteYou don't understand the poem?
Gilbert - http://slackeroo.blogspot.com says:
ooo now i get it
priss. says:
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Gilbert - http://slackeroo.blogspot.com says:
i was taking it a little too literally
priss. says:
Hahaha
Okay
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ReplyDeleteWuas Jo..
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