not like any other sunday. mind you. this one's mucho dreaded.
we all know whats coming up tomorrow. lest the need to remind me.
yar. O LEVELS MATHS . in caps
7th and 11th. 2 major dates. recorded
its a mental battle.
im revisiting my pains before. pains deeply etched. carved into my memories.
flashback of darkness.
its what i failed to conquer all along. n its staring me down once more.
pray , strength be with me.
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After comments of rebuttal were made with my previous post , i realised i could react in 2 different ways.
i remembered the 9:1 theory..
whats in a whole when we can simply choose to blow our top in an instant for a show of masculine superiority. n live to regret the years of friendship we had before.
or take it constructive and see if any more of the saga unfolds. which i deign to watch.
haha. touch of inexplicability.\
ill go with option 2. just for the record. n yes , we can talk abt it. why not.
all's fine n cool. im happy when pple arnd me are. always been that way.
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aite aite. not gonna further strain my poor fingers. intellectual chats with YY are great.
multi-tasking isnt. haha.
now before i go. ill present my work. :
Rêve
I knew you were a dream.
Reflected through those distant eyes
Trapped in solitary existence
Beyond my best
Reflected through those distant eyes
Trapped in solitary existence
Beyond my best
My fears confirmed
I jolted
I jolted
You were a dream,
One that never was
Not meant to be.
One that never was
Not meant to be.
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