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Sunday, January 09, 2005
a storie of me

A Storie of Me
i changed as d whether changes
i noticed few tyngs in me
i realize d attitude ive developed
i see hw ma features mould into sumtyn new
i explore ma inner feelings
i search fer d one ive kinda waited
i figure d feelings inherited frm d past
ive done all dese tyngs an di wanted to stop
but i culdnt make maself stopp doin all dis..
coz ma tyngs didnt end der..
im styll searchyn fer d last recipe..
d secret recipe to ma newly year concoctions
d fullstop = d real happines tyngy
hmm....
ward ive waited and wante dnvr did came
im tired
i dunoe why
a fren is ryte..
im learnyn to NOT get d tyngs i want
yes i am..
but im tired of learnyn
why cant i be rewarded?
why must he styll not noticed?
why cant he juz realised it?
why does d word BETTER TREATMENT doesnt exist?
ive been shyin away frm hym
coz im being more bold,quiet yet sarcastyc
i noe ill strike sumtyn wif me..
but still.............
i hafnt been tynkynbout guys
hafnt been tynkyn of relationships...
i kind awnder why i didnt tynk of it
iv ebeen enjoyin maself..
i onlie rejected few cz i sooo nt in d mood
and weneevr dis kinda tynsg appear
ill get pissed.
its nt dat i loos eontrest
is juz dat
i dun tend to yu guys nw..
guys tend to me..
tired of being taken fer grante db4
tired of being chetaed b4
tired of nt being lurved b4
i haf d stuffs...
ill wait...
fer nw..
ill improvised me..
regret yur wae to yru own life...
i haf ma own regrets
dats why im changyn...
fer onlie one hope
fer hym to notice me blindly...
dats where il feel..


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