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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Maybe pain is the antidote.

...I just want to hurt myself more and more,
because there is no one who stop by to hug me
because there is no one who stop by to look into me
because words cannot express how I'm feeling
because love is hurt
because I want to return back to childhood
because the stress is overwhelming
because I couldn't show my utmost care, love and concern for them
because I feel weak
because I want to run away and never be found again
and maybe because of all these,
I just want to be drown in the pain and drift off...


If you are a butterfly, you'd be a chrysalis, yet to emerge beautiful from your hiding place, but still fighting. Remember, if anyone cuts the chrysalis to free the butterfly, then would its wings be torn and the butterfly be unable to fly. yet when the butterfly struggles, a juice is emerged to strengthen the wings of this creature, thereafter, would be the butterfly be able to flap its stunning wings, and soar.

Sigh. I want to fly high...

maoed.
at 10:47 AM