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Monday, February 2, 2009
Tragic, I called my life. It was never good. The waves never stop coming. I decided to live as a walking dead man. With heartbeats and brain, but, Without something you called soul. Tragic, Everybody called their life. It was never good. The waves never stop coming. Have you wonder how tragic life is? How fragile is our soul? How people actually looks like with their naked soul? I saw the pain in their heart, the pain which ache up in every passing moments. I saw the tears in their eyes, the tears for something they have lost. But, I saw the love too, lies deeply in their soul, the ultimate treasure in the world. I saw the happiness too, the one makes you think of life isn't that bad. I always convince myself, I am special, I am a tragic. But, I realize, I am you. The one who have secrets, past and sadness creeping like a shadow. Our life is a tragic, deaths, betrayal, lies, heartbroken, fear... But, We still have love, happiness and a lot of something buried deep down in all our soul. Life is a tragic, But, Is up to you to make it worse, or good. 9:56 AM
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