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The profound love that brought us together,seperates us.

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Designer: Yours Truely


You've Just got to know that I'm named Belinda.
I love God ,SHC & Japan. OF course, Bro & Sis in Christ.
I hate all the sadness you've brought upon my life.
But im nice & forgiving, In your dreams.

if both of us are to cry, I want to be the one who cries louder,I want to be the one who takes a longer time to recover.
I want to absorb all the sadness from you..I'm holding on but you've already let go.


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Flipped those Pages: May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009

Title: I dont want this emotion to show.
Date posted: Saturday, August 15, 2009;
Time started: 6:30 AM
Posted by: BelindaT.


Breaking the hold of the gaze, I let go of reality again, and begin to sink back into my thoughts, away from searching eyes.
I try to think back - yesterday, one month ago, six years ago. My memories are vague, as if they were a boring book I once read, a long time ago.
It is I who frowns in protest this time, trying to turn away from the mesmerizing stare, yet it holds me captive, hypnotized almost.

"Think. Think of anything, of everything. Let your thoughts run free, the way you only sometimes allow them to. Are they not all memories? It is because you cannot remember the future, and the present turns into the past with each passing second. We all live in our pasts. Yet you must also learn to live with yours, and not in fear of it."...

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I leaned my back against the light pole to steady myself as I stood up. My head swirled and I heard ringing in my ears. I looked at my surroundings and realised I had no idea where I was. My heart sunk. How was I going to get home now? I turned from the pole, its light to harsh for my eyes now. I staggered down the street, trying to figure where I was. Where was I? Those three words kept swimming around my head as i continued down the never-ending road..

I stood there with my eyes closed, not thinking of anything, when a picture flooded into my mind. I had never seen it before. It was a city, covered in a layer of what looked like smoke. I gasped and opened my eyes

That's right, I know everything about you, your past, your present and your future.
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My bones hurts, My head hurts, everywhere.
Will i be back after this long break?