The Haunted Corner of Familiar Rooms III.
Current Listen : Tupac Shakur - Unconditional Love.mp3

Was flipping through the pages of an old book and stumbled upon a familiar handwriting. Mine. It was last year's. A personal vow, one that was crafted while i was dreadfully floating in between Reality & FanEcstasy. The resounding sound that tags along with the pronounciation of the name. Her name. Not the best of memory but definitely the best memorized. One of the most painful journey i've had.

" Every man falls, but how do u exploit the fall into a powerful bounce to the top is all that matters " - I, Drowning in my own tears. (10.33 PM, 25 April 2006)

How long has it been ? More than a year ? Looking back, i can now smile at the kid i was, and pretty much still am. The rash, foolish me. I'd overlook shits after shits should it was her. How's she doing ? What's she doing now ? Foolishness.

Despites, i moved on, not that i pick the pieces of myself up together, no, its not that, its just that was forced to sprint along the fast paced life of ours. I was forced to give up, to forget etc. Am glad i didnt stay in Solitary..

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