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My heart is my weakest point
Saturday, August 29, 2009, 10:56 AM
Despite having people all around me telling me that I still have the strength,
I feel indifferent.

All these while I wrote about having the strength to go through those things,
it was a pack of bullshit I`ve spun.
When in actual fact,
it breaks me down to bits and pieces.
It eats me up inside, inevitably making me even more vulnerable than I already am.

Would I be able to float?


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