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I have a dark secret i wouldn't tell.
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Author[mi idol is j.k rowling] Ps: I'm so naive!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
We have been such long friends. I trusted you. Believed you would hold on to what i think can be classified as secrets or gossip. The first time, i was not so agitated about it. I told myself it was ok. Maybe you just feel what i said was wrong. The second time? I started to get angry. Not because you spill the beans. But because you pushed the blame to me. When i did say that at all. You jolly well knew who did. The third time, i was my limit. Maybe to someone, it wasn't anything that mattered. But it mattered to me. I have so many patience as to continuous believed you. Although people told me not to. I still did. Recalling back what i did. I felt pangs of regret. Regretting that i was so forgiving, and so stupid that i believed you. Through the minor problems, i wasn't so particular. I just think that i might do something wrong to cause you to become like that. But that was ok. I took it in and kept it deep. I has been bothering me for a long time. People tell me it wasnt any big deal. To them, maybe. But they have no idea how much pain it caused me. After the third time, it hit me so hard i could barely believe what i heard. I told myself for so many many times that i heard it wrongly. She mistaken. We were friends. Good friends. We smiled so many times. We shared so many things with each other. Why would you do such a thing? It really appalled me. I could not put it in words how i felt. You may think i am the only one wrong. But, sorry to tell you. I am not. You jolly well know who is the one wrong here. A friend in need is a friend indeed. What the heck is this saying trying to tell us? Trying to tell us to lie to our friends when they believe you? You might think i am stupid to have believe you. Maybe i am, but it was because i wanted to trust you. Wanted to believe you would not lie to me. And you failed me three times. What kind of a friend are you now? I might not be a good friend to you, or anyone else. At least you could trust me not to tell anyone your secrets. I didnt tell anyone at all. Until now. I want to let you know that nothing can make me say your secrets out to anyone. Maybe you already admitted it. I dont give a damn. But, just so you know, i was so hurted.
I dont know hoe to face you anymore. I feel you changed. So drastically. Not soley because you didnt talk to me. You just treat me like dirt. When i am of use to you, you hold me close, when i am not usable, you kick me so far away. Is this considered as a friend? No right? I dont know how can i look you straight in the eyes. I would never ever forget what you did to me. No matter where, when, why or how.
So, just leave me alone. And i'll be glad enough.
Still, Abigail Splinder.| 3:45 AM
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I tried so hard.
But i can never explain.
i cant' try be somebody.
i'm really not.
i know there's.
some time to change.
everyone's changing.
yet i don't feel
the same.
I am always caught,
up in circles.
To me, confusion is
nothing new.
i never believed.
in dreams,
it never
got me very far.
i tried.
to find myself
when i turn around.
i am always.
lost.
no one see.
me the way i am.
i'm always.
a fault.
Never perfect...
i tried to fly.
away from reality.
but gravity.
pulled me right back,
to the beginning
still i'll keep on playing.
that same out-of-tune key.
that everybody thought of me.
that same out-of-tune key.
that everybody thought of me.
key of the only ME.
still i'll keep on playing.
that same out-of-tune key.
that everybody thought of me.