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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.
Ylovin' her family.
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Ylearning seeds CDC.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

you had got me thinking,
bout' what you had said last night.

i thought it will be easier and that it will be possible,
to clear those thoughts,
if i just keep myself occupied and,
to be around with lovely souls.
i was totally wrong.

hours, minutes and seconds it had been,
im still a lifeless being.

those words that you had said,
cant stop flashing thru' my head and,
i cant believe you said those.
i'd tried to discuss and to share,
it seems like it will lead to quarrels in the end.
you seems so full of yourself,
you thoughts, ideas and logic,
are always right and are forever the facts.

and that lil conversation that we had,
had really got me thinking real and hard;
from the attitude to the tone,
from the tone, to the words,
from the words, to the actions,
and every other things.
i can anticipate you reactions;
im thinking too much,
and i will hafta live with it.

listening ear, shoulder to lean on,
assurance and comfort,
its impossible.
you speak only for yourself,
but you never know how much these lil actions can help.
you cant feel and understand.
i know, its none of your business.
but you never try to feel.
as you always perceive,
im always the faulty one.
i thought i had you with me,
i was wrong.
im all alone.

but..
you aint like this at all.
maybe, im no longer the one.

love, do you?

obsessed.

11:26:00 PM