Everybody wanna try to box me in Suffocating everytime it locks me in Paint their own pictures than they crop me in But I will remain where the top begins Cause I am not a word, I am not a line I am not a girl that can ever be defined.
You heard her story, you see her countenance, but you don't know the inner truth. Her views, her say, she limits it all 'cos there's always secrets to life.
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
When?
When the time is right, When the moon is full, When the stars shines and when your heart is ready. Why must I go through so many to find the right one? When will my fate comes? When can I see and feel the true love? Why must I undergo all the shits that end up making my heart breaks. What if I've made a sinful decision that I will never be myself again? How?? Why can't go just give us the right one straight away?? Oh God, save me!!
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