Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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Sacrifice is a small little word for a great big and yet hard thing to do.There will be a time where we are going to face upon some decision that require us to do it.It is hard but there is no way to avoid it.Whether we face it or run away from it.Some of us may prevail going through with it but others either they are fall flat or cowardly hide from it.
Truth to be told, I also face this kind of problem once.Looking back upon it, it may sound silly and stupid.For me it is the hard thing that I have ever do and it keep haunting me every seconds of my life.Reminiscence every moment and replaying it over and over again.If history could be rewritten I would the first one in line to queue up to change it.Maybe the road that hadn't been taken by me offer me a far hopeful end that I expect than the one I took.
Regret doesn't even close to describe how I feel.Maybe it look like I keep playing the same old song.But I swear, If only I do the right thing that I should have done in the past, things might have change and the present might seem a little brighter for me to cherish.Instead, not only me but people around me also affected by the action that I take in the past.
There was a time where I have to make a decision to stick to my heart or follow the logic to take a step back.Knowing that by that time I am nothing but a naive and a fool, I follow my heart and trust the feelings that I have to keep on feeling sick and butterflies fluttering in my stomach in hope that someday somehow I will get a happy ending with it.Bleeding out every single drop and shaving every single thing in me just to fit into pieces.After all it is my first great feelings that happened to me.
Alas, karma is a bitch and for someone who have done something so sick and wrong an equal consequences is the only solution.Doesn't matter if it is sinfully good or it is the sweetest taboo the mistake that I have make.A debt is a debt and it must be paid.I must atone for the things that I have done.But the sad thing is that it hurt other people and it give a greater impact to the people that I care.
Broken apart and torn to pieces, Looking back at the past and walking down the memory lane, why does the things that made me laugh make me cry so hard right now?
"The things I write might doesn't make any sense at all but the things that I don't might mean everything.Read closely and maybe you might see a mere glimpse of things that I didn't write"
Me
Mood:E Ammo Tortured
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doll smiled.
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