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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
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st. andrew's junior college
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doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Monday, August 04, 2008
i hate these bouts of inferiority haunting me every now and then.
i've struggled with loving myself for the longest time possible and based on recent observations, i seem to be losing this damned war.
why can't i see myself as the Lord my God sees me?
as precious, important, beautiful and with a great purpose?
i'm drifting.
into a deep dark ravine.
beyond the point of no return?
guess there's no such thing
but sometimes it feels like i've fallen so far it'll take a life time just to go back to ground zero.
i'm loosing my grip.
i feel myself slipping.
worst of all i feel powerless.
again, i feel myself on standing on the edge of the world on my tippy toes, wondering why i try so hard to keep my balance while i wait for the slightest breeze to give that last gentle shove.
bring me back?
you can try
but nothing in this world's ever guaranteed.
12:20 AM
