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Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Well. I've decided to... become a loner. Well I guess it might help in many ways, but I've always thought, "How do I find group members like that?" Haha.. Ok, That was a bad joke.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to become enclosed to the world nowadays, would it..? A secret revealed is a weakness known. *sigh* Let's just say this world is horrid. Filthy. Disgusting. What word could fit it more? And humans are ugly. No wonder they try so hard to be beautiful. I'm ugly.

Did you pay attention to the little girl that passes here everyday?
The girl that walked this route without fail.
The girl with black hair and even blacker eyes.
The girl that always wore a broken smile.

Have you ever noticed the little girl who used to talk to you?
The girl who talked with everyone she met on the street too.
The girl that talked about her dreams in life.
The girl whom told you her favourite things were knifes.

Can you remember what the little girl's habits were?
The girl whose favourite word was "never".
The girl who liked to drum her fingers nonstop.
The girl who'll always smile and say, "Dreams are never fullstops."

Can you?
Have you?
Could you?
Would you?

You can.
But you haven't.
You could.
But you won't.


P.S. This wasn't meant to be a poem, but oh well. Words spill unnecessarily in my brain.


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