Friday, September 10, 2004

-f-r-a-g-m-e-n-t-s-
ver. 3




there comes a time in my life when i withhold to do something because i am almost sure that i am bound to get hurt. but i still end up taking the risk. i do it because i am also certain that it's gonna hurt more to know and look back that it could have been my greatest happiness.


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with everything i've been through, i've learned that love -- and life -- has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get; only with what you are expecting to give --which can be EVERYTHING.


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there's a purpose to life's events, to teach you how to laugh more or how not to cry too hard.


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i tend to step in too close that the whole perspective is but a blur already...


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the poem i wrote, by the way, wasn't about you. i didn't even realize that it might sound like it was when i wrote it. it was about someone else. this boy. but it's inconsequential now, because he's just a poem to me now.

nothing more.


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her motto was, "let go."
his was, "hold on."
it was as if she was ready to fall and he was willing to catch her.


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it sucks, but that's life. it hurts to let go of something but always rememeber may kapalit yan na mas ok. :)
-->texted to me by a dear friend

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