Posted by Cikgu Fitrie on 12:12 AM
What has becoming of me? Sometimes I see a clear straight path, and sometimes just a blurred vision. I know what I want. Sometimes I feel like I already get what I wanted. But sometimes all what I want is slipping through my grasp. It is a violent feeling of despair, but sometimes a divine feeling of hope.. I want something I cannot have but still I'm hoping for it. Such a fool I am but what can I say, I'm a slave of love. Prisoner in his heart....
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