2013-09-02 - 11:26 p.m.
I feel my sanity hanging by a thread, as his soul awaits between life and dead. My thoughts are in painful fragments, each running wildly in different directions. I don�t dare picture the actual shape of my heart. Sorry, I�m too busy keeping myself intact. I can�t afford to start falling apart. They say crying is not always wrong, especially when you�ve been trying to stay strong. I sometimes feel like punching the wall, until my knuckles bleed and I start losing it all. So, who knows? Perhaps you�re qualified to save me all from putting on this dreadful show; like dragging me away from the drugstore, until I think about valium no more; or maybe you can remind me not to feel guilty, just in case this doesn�t end happily... R. (Jakarta, 2/9/2013 � 10:04 pm)
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