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so she says;






i walk along these no name streets.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007

one week has flew past and it seems like my head needs some adjustment. everything is just so raw. i board the train feeling so awkward this early afternoon. i cant lay a finger on what's right or maybe wrong. prolly we are so use to be on the road most of our conscious time. i am amazed by how one week can do so much.

till the day i got home, yet i cant specifically remember when, i am still feeling extremely exhausted. it seems like trillionz of my braincells are killed. and no, i aint pushing to anyone. because we are all so tired and trying to get on with the usual routine we once possess. its just a grey channel between dream and reality yet i cant go to sleep like the old-self.

but at the end of the series, i(we) are feeling neutral, on the same page still.

and i apologise for losing my cool and not being rational and level-headed for those accusations, cursing and swearing and calling of names. reflecting, i think i lose my mind more of cool but ultimately, what comes around, goes around. there wouldnt be fire without sparks.

so now everything has came to an end, with a start on our mind.

we inhaled all the sweetness till midnight, smiling in the dark.

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