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    Saturday, February 11, 2006

    Untitled

    On an emotional rollercoaster with fleeting thoughts;
    I have no apparent destination,
    I'm turning and turning,
    Heading wherever it leads to.

    I'm move so fast, everything ends up in a blur.
    I reach out my hand to feel what was once warm and familiar,
    but it slips right through my fingers.
    My heart sinks for a moment.

    The consciousness of being is faint and muted,
    But yet I yearn a sense of belonging.
    Where will the road take me, where will the river run?
    Will I journey in solitude?
    Can I face the emptiness?

    The stillness stirs a quiescent dread,
    I turn only to see the backs of those who have left.
    I don't need to be surrounded by fair-weather friends,
    Just someone to stay around and listen to my heart.

    [Time of Confession] 10:15 PM
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