like a broken recorder. the scene stucks in your mind and there's almost nothing you can do. no fast forwarding, no rewinding or deleting. i cant stop thinking of it the past week. would it be inappropriate to invite along to view yh's film exhibition? would it be kinda far and late for? there're things i love to share and listen to the opinions and know how things are going but does it matter? there're thousand and one things far more relevant to do and to hear to what i've to say. i silence myself. keeping these to myself. why? coz deep down i'm so darn afraid. afraid of disappointing. of not being able to become a better person. of not being able to see a smile or hear laughter. :) something close to my heart. its a secret.
"where are we isnt who we are" isnt it? :) we're the children of God. therefore we're changed.
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