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Monday, July 16, 2007
It suddenly occured to me the question about why ppl are always in a rush to somewhere else.
Like they're rushing along with the pace of everyday life.

Don't you think it's good sometimes to slow down and take a good look at what's going on around you? The things you've put behind, the things you thought you've long forgotten about.

I guess I'm the kind of person who'd rather be lazing around and daydreaming somewhere with ppl I like company with rather than to rush home straight after school. I mean. Why bother to keep rushing off. Life is short. You've got to fully appreciate it.

So today I took the long journey back home and on the bus I thought through lots of things. Things just kept coming in. Memories from the past and everything. It all seemed so vivid. So real. Just that you know they're no longer there.
To a point I felt like crying.

Oh wells. For now I'll just chunk everything aside and set my priorities right. When everything is over, I'll take a long bus ride to somewhere far far away.

My memories of you are dark and grey
But these thoughts will always stay
The feeling of pain you gave me is here
I know you're sorry but I'm still full of fear

My mind's unweaving/ 5:55 PM

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WHITE.
Small animals.
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A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

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