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Saturday, December 9, 2006

today, tomorrow and the day after..

today, tomorrow and the day after..

i look around
i see no one
i look up
skies pour its tears
i don’t know what makes me stay
but i don’t know wether i want to go either
don’t talk about life to me
because i’m dying inside
as if no flowers could ever bloom in my shattered dreams
cold
as cold as my fate
dark
as dark as my path
deep down inside
i want to believe again
beliefs that carry my feet to the island of hope and happines
the island that once be so promising
i planted my will
but i guess…it’s not fairly enough
it’s not enough that i was told that i’m lower than lowest…
my tomorrow still clinging to my past
my horrid past
i can never held up my head in my proud self again
for my becoming is no good to everyone
dearest mama..
dearest baba..
how i want to beg for forgiveness
for i’m going home
back to both of your loving arms
back to the base that i was raised
back to mould the way i supposed to behave
back to your love and trust
home
is where i belong…
SFZY 10/12/06 1130hrs lib uitmt
may the AlMighty lend what He might to me
for I’m dead of hope