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August 23, 2007 by dryxanne
This bitter taste in the mouth.
When it feels like just got punched on the face. And the tear that rip into parts.
Scattered pieces on the ground.
Time slowly creeping by. Got lost of hours and minutes. Dusk and dawn move fast subconsciously.
Over and over again, the pain remains.
Over and over again, this pathetic fool lets hurt infused.
Over and over again, these fallings hurt more and more.
Will this valley of shadows of bitterness and heartache ever be passed?
Will the new sunrise bring new hope?
Despair is waving again. Foolishly, this fool crawls to the darker side of the ground. Leaving the light behind.
Leaving the right trail behind.
Because doing what’s wrong is always tempting.
And here I am, doing completely foolish mistakes, one after another, hoping that someway somehow they will bring you back to me.
