Sunday, October 8, 2006
boast.
it hasnt been the best of times. the long puddle of mud im on occurence doesnt content to my pleasure. strings of disheartened & crippled with enigmas, nothings worth a seconds that i have to be awake, physically. my soul is asleep, my mind have started an empire. i moaned & groaned. bt god bless. its nothing bt unforgiving im have to stagger throught. life's prison perhaps.calamity is to what i forseen by the arduous-ity of this tortourous nature which been an umpteen to me. i relish to hand up the white flag. for hanging my head low with depression is simply unruthless to ending it all with hanging my head literally. bt damn, im keen though. & nothing have been a life line. nor a saviour. as i found no meaing in my regime as to running my mundane routine with no outcome. taddaa.
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