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then there was Brilliancy

Charmaine E. Ong

Jesus is awesome!
♥ lightning bolts, electric blue, cereal with milk, words, being with all my favourite people even if we have nothing better to do, mayday parade, strong winds, unpolluted blue seas with clear shores, white snow althouogh i havent seen it, i japanese movies, all time low, harajuku with the goths, windy sunsets

a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun

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Wednesday, July 12 { 9:59 PM }

Your rantings doesn't make sense,

Your words are like cackles of the witch.

Hatred and evil makes up your heart,

Indulging in worldly sin.

What a deception your face was,

So ''normal'' yet so crude.

I only have myself to rely on.

All I see in the mirror is

A faint image of a miserable girl.

I have no past,

No past means a bad past

Which I ran away from.

I have a faint future,

With only my shadow's heart beating next to me.

I want to go to the highest hills,

And scream out loud.

I'm tired of screaming to myself,

Of how worthless I am.

I can never get a single concept right,

Unless I racked my brains inside out.

I want to be loved for being myself,

I want to be hated for being myself.

The problem is,

I don't even know Who I Am.

What's my existence about?

Did I live just to die?

Am I just dust?

When I see a blind child,

I wish I'll rather be her.

I'll rather she see through with the beauty of her eyes the truth,

I'll rather lose my sight at birth,

Than be decieved by this world.

Even if I were to leave now,

Don't cry for me,

Rejoice.

#charm

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