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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

why did i let myself believe
miracles could happen...?
cos now i have to pretend
that i dont really care

& i realised a crude reality:
people dont want to know me.
they want to know the clown in me.

perhaps this was wad i've been showing to everyone
so much so they've gotten too used to it
that they cant accept me otherwise.
then again.
maybe in fact, this is wad i want others to see me as.
the 'me' i want others to know...
oh wells.


crash & burn

she's not here @

5:40 PM