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e mërkurë, 25 korrik 2007
New direction.
It's were we are heading
New style, New ways
New beginning
Shocking Truths
Nothing is sound
clever enough to be
Wild, wild, wild
End of road,
starting of fork
Bent away again
to uncertain fog
Seeking sure.
of everlasting love.
falling again in deep deep
love.
My saviour comes
with a mighty hand
lifts me up
on solid land
He found me
I was found
anything's fine with me right
now.
The nights are tensed
The case is red
Reading my bible
on my bed.
It's the ending of school this coming week. Very surprisingly, it's time to say goodbye. It was not long ago that i remembered sitting in my primary school and learning a song the Prefects tried to teach us. It was titled. "It's very hard to say goodbye".
Sometimes goodbye is like a punctuation. Or it can be a blade. It can also be a potion giving life to the dead.
Goodbye firstly spells for me a time of reflection. As I look back at my life in Sports School. How many friends i have made? How many people have i helped? How many lives have i been involved in? Then i look at my lowest points of my life in Sec three. I see memories that is framed so tightly in tears. the curves of the tear-spread, protected the heart of a very fragile me.
But stronger now :). Heaps stronger. Thank GOD. and EVERYONE who stood by me.
The Blade cut me when i realised i can no longer live 13 years old to 16 years old any longer.
This section of my life belongs to my memories. I really really cant get it back. live it again, or alter any part of it.
The blade Cut me, when i realised my time is yet ticking.
The Punctuation leaves my life in a disarray. The writer has to pause to think what is he going to pen down in the next paragraph of the essay.
Signed Off @10:15 m.d.
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