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To be brave is to love someone unconditionally without expecting anything in return. To just give that takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our face or leave ourselves open.
Friday, March 18, 2011

i wish i was 5. whereby i could still remember me laughing & smiling to my heart content. nothing seems to trouble me at all. where i wouldn't know what pain is, unless i fell onto the ground running around. damn that doesn't hurt much. the wound healed over time.

over the years, as i grew older, as i fell onto the ground, it became much & much more painful. i started learning about pain, but this time around, time couldn't even healed the wound. i don't even remember smiling & laughing to my heart's content now. heck, i couldn't even remember the time i could smile & laugh sincerely.

nothing last. those memories were only kept as memories. when i was a kid, i never thought life would be this hard. as i grew older, i ventured out on my own. in search for the meaning of life. in search what's life are all about. along the way, i fell down. numerous of times, the pain i felt was nothing compared to when i was 5. i tasted what they called love, friendship, tasted bitter & sorrows. but sadly, happiness doesn't stick around onto me.

but all that search are worthless & useless. it doesn't meant a thing now. meant nothing at all. here i am all alone & left with nothing. emptiness fills me broken heart. the fights are over. i've nothing to hold on to. i've nothing to fight for. & i don't even know why am i still here. this just might be the end.

i could write up a thousand words essay & said a thousand things, but everything is meaningless now. everything's i held on & fight for are gone. yeah, i wish i was 5.