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eLisabeth, spelled with a "S".
born and bred in S'pore.
a Virgo; perfectionist, stubborn.
love her for who she is, and accept her flaws.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

the voice in my mind,
is telling me to go on.
the voice in my heart,
is diverting me off.
when i close my eyes and feel,
recollections of sweet memory is all i knew.
thou negative comments were given,
i choose to trust.
reflecting on every occasions,
i realise those events seems so true,
my judgement seems to be wrong too.
soon,
disappointment is all i reared.

once,
everything seems and feels so true,
now,
i start to wonder is this really you.
the mr nice guy whom i had once know,
seems to change as we grow.
impression seems to change,
and i wonder if i'm really wrong.
the good and the bad i can no longer differ,
i thought i'm in love.
was it just some other puppy love,
when everything feels so real.
decision is a need,
and i know regrets will soon appear.
then,
i fear;
those blades to be my peer.

got hurt once,
got hurt twice.
how many more to go?

6:05:00 PM