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There is really no next time!

Tonight, while I am not writing this… I want my life to feel better.
I have been doing all I can, I have hurt someone every day.
There is nothing I can do about it but to write.
I want to feel good about what has happened,
That I didn’t have to hurt anymore; there is nothing I can do.
Again, it’s back to the conflict between the heart and the mind.
Mind says: Don’t; Heart says: Why not?
Sometimes, these confusions just meddle it all.
When I thought I have my life planned and long,
This happens! Back to where I was when I was twenty.
I don’t know why my head can’t just shut up!
This is a note to say I am sorry*…wherever conditions apply
No comments on this, life is good now because I quit thinking!!
It’s your life, live it up, and don’t screw it! Nothing can really undo to what it was!

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  1. UnknownMonday, March 28, 2011

    Dont be confused all time da...whether u like it or not certain things happen.... it happens to all at some point... this is wht we call it life... :)

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  2. AnonymousMonday, March 28, 2011

    Nice blog make over, with a stunning cover picture. Keep writing regularly and I will come up with my psycho comments eventually :)

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