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Love, Me.
Having so much to say,
and watching you walk away.
'not seeing that loving you.

krise.rayne.
scorpio
16nov


'is what i was trying to do




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可能我怕我的梦飞走
you'remyfavouriteindulgence
notyourfavouriteanyway
就让我伪装我嘴角不屑
赦免我想念你的心碎
给我力量陪我闯荡
&theheartrideson.
再下场雨我才能够靠近
forgivemeifyoumaynotfindme.
comm(u n i)cation
我确实说 我这样说 我不在乎结果
You'reastoryicanttellanymore.
放不下你是我活该
thatimsupposedtogo
你的世界我在哪
ihavetobedrunktotellyouiloveyou
fearofablankplanet
再怎么美丽也只能是曾经
可以遗忘是幸福的，被遗忘则是最痛苦的。
'iletyougosoicanbefree
没有选择的我绕道驰骋
ineverfoundthewordstosay,eventhough...
'bee,you'llalwaysbemyfirstcar'
一直太入戏 若即若离是你完美演技
havin'somuchtosay&watchin'youwalkaway,
emhtiwyats
能摆脱寂寞我什麽都肯给 就像个傀儡
我假装无所谓 才看不到心被拧碎
原谅我就是这样的女生
天使忘了飞翔
需要暂时的抽离，抽离这假装的我可以
失忆症是一种无法治愈的清醒
一个人离去 另一个学习忘记
像是鸵鸟相信时间是唯一解药
let this be my last word, that i trust thy love

  • youwerenevermycompetitor.
    • Thursday, October 07, 2010
    i didnt use to like running.
    i reinstate my stand that im not a runner,
    as my running speed was never the best among the teammates.
    but i felt a little worth in my runs now.
    at least i feel a little more worthy than what i felt back in my old school days.
    i still prefer to be moving,
    then sticking my butt on the chair in the office.
    even if i dont excel and come in first
    i feel the adrenaline rush
    to run my best and do my fastest.
    when i pace her, i felt happy.
    i dont need to be fast to feel good.
    thats what i want.
    i may not be the fastest
    but i win my own race -
    me against myself.

    officially the chapalang sports girl.
    im doing it all for my own sake - to remain sane
    before work kills me,
    till my last drop of blood remain.


    renew. || 11:19 PM