Thursday, June 05, 2014


I am awake at 0133 hours to look for other alternatives to discard my thoughts.
I said to myself, "I don't want to be bitter." I felt that writing out my unuttered words would bring me some solace.

I don't know if it ever could. Maybe. Perhaps to a certain extent.

I'll start with this:

Will you ever stop crossing my mind?

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