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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

merely an outcast

For her, happiness is just short-lived. Why is that? Is she cursed? Merely an outcast of this happy place called Contentment? She so much wanted to stay but there is always this dark cloud around her, enveloping her tightly and securely like it never wants to let go.


Hopeless, helpless, senseless. She’s so down she could almost feel the earth’s core. What a wasted, wasted life.

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