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"My favourite thing
is to go where
I've never been."
- Diane Arbus
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perhaps there isn't much to say now because the story's still unfolding, the plot's still unraveling, the heart's still waiting. and perhaps there isn't much to do now either because what can we do? let's take one step at a time, shall we. let's take a baby step forward and hope, fingers crossed, that we have not stepped over the edge of that cliff, that we can maintain some semblance of normalcy and hope that when the sun rises again the dark clouds will fade away. the sun always rises again, but the heart might not. never mind if there's remorse or guilt or lust or jealously - let's sweep these ugly mishmash of feelings under the rug and pretend that we are all still happy, shall we. i don't want to hurt you or you or you but why am i hurting me and by hurting me i am hurting you and you and you. please don't cry; i cry for a different reason. i'm sorry if i don't know what the fuck i want anymore. maybe this, maybe that. who knows, who cares?
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a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo