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Thursday, April 3, 2008
things are not always the way they seem to be. it's then that it is essential to be able to dig deep and uncover the secrets and mysteries that are all hidden from the surface. what may appear strong on the outside may be weak on the inside. sometimes, you can't say "i know how it feels like" unless you're REALLY going through it.
a puzzle with missing pieces,
a poem with missing words.
a silence amidst the noise,
unspoken and unheard.
go figure.
2:26 AM;
christine was here