| Tuesday, October 26, 2004 |
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It was raining outside; she feels comforted. How she loves rain so much for it always gives her a sense of peace. For the past three years, she has been fighting with herself. She has created a wall, a barrier deep inside of her. Never once she let anyone go through the barrier, even though she is the one suffering. And she force herself to be happy. At least on the surface. She smiles and she laughs. She sings and she dances. For quite some time, she truly believe that perhaps she is happy and strong again.
But these past few days, she has been tired for putting up this mask on her face. And on her heart. So she let herself dwell. And she is grateful she is living all by herself. At least no one can see her cry this tears of loneliness. She still smile, but in her heart she is not.
This is her story. This is my story. This is my melancholy. And this is my infinite sadness... |
| posted by efarina @ 2:56 PM |
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