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Sunday, January 16, 2011

I still pray at 11.11.
I pray with all my might and try using the little strength that I have to hold all my friends together in a safe place. It feels like all of us are going through our own sad dramas, and we are all crumbling, hearts being torn and strewn all over the place. Limbs stretched and pulled in all directions like light from a flabbergasted star. We appear recovered but the deadening gloom bites our bones like leech on necrotic flesh. And i'm making it sound pathetic in vain hope that You would notice us. They say Silence is the Voice of God. Tell me the Truth is not a paradox. I wish i had the strength to hold in a tight bundle all who are dear. I wish we were all safe together.

she's not here @

11:13 PM