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It’s been 5 years and I thought the pain has lessen down. It’s still the same but every year the acceptance has become stronger. I am still hurting but I am more at peace. The what if’s and could’ve been’s are still there but I have accepted the truth that they will never be.
I know you’re at a better place, my angel love. I love you, always.
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Over the sunset mountain.
Heaven awaits for me.
Over the sunset mountain.
Someday I'll softly go.
Into His strong arms, that I know.
He who has loved me so.
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Somehow I want to have reasons to stay. Deep inside I wish something or someone will come along to make me wanna continue. I have made my decision, but at the very bottom, I wish I’d be given a chance to skip the deadline I made for myself. I hope that this little hope won’t wither.
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It’s been more than 2 years. I want to write again. I want to have my brain function again. I thought I was able to accept it already, but the creative block seems to be overpowering my will to start again. I’m stuck! Living a stagnant, bland life. I only want to live until 30 but I don’t wanna go unhappy, discontented. I want to leave something that I’d be remembered with a genuine smile in their eyes. But I don’t know what to do. I cannot think. There’s nothing inside. I tried so hard to start again but it’s not working.
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And I thought maybe, just maybe, I am happy in some parallel universe outside ours. I hope she really is.
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I was happy when I heard the news. I felt so relieved. “Alas! Karma has work its way!”. I was so happy that I wanted to celebrate and shout my lungs out. “Fuck you! You deserve it after what you’ve done.”
Well, am I bad for feeling this way? Should I be disgusted to myself for being happy with someone’s misery? No, I don’t think so. That person deserves it more than anything. So be it!
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I think it’s getting worse. I think avoiding it made it even harder.
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I miss you everyday, my love. ❤️
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Flowers are blooming, soaking up the warm sun
They become small dreams
Each flower petal is blossoming
Just like the cold and frozen season suddenly melts
The spring I’ve been waiting for is blooming again
Flower • Chen
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