this is the story of a girl.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Speak to me.
Just speak to me.
Do not hold back,
For I will listen,
I will hear,
Whisper softly in my ear
Just speak to me.
Tell of your fears,
Your troubles.
It matters not if I agree
Or not.
For if you do not
speak to me
Then I shall never know.
Reach for me,
I am here
You know I'll never go away
Still here
And I can hear
What you say.
If you only speak to me.
And remember,
If we do not speak,
Then neither can the other know.
Pain can only grow,
In the absence of speech.
So speak to me.

who can i speak to? will you even bother to listen? or am i just a burden in your world? a nuisance that you can't wait to erase out of your mind? maybe very soon, i will be no longer be here. to leave once and for all. i don't think i can take this anymore.

i made it known at 10:07 PM

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mambo queen cant get enough of parties n alcohol shopaholic-ism runs in my blood angel n devil in one soul wierd n moronic taste for anything including guys retail therapy is my all-time favourite lurve all pretty things bitchified vain-i-ness runs in my veins funky primary sch teacher lurves my frens to bits leon is my official crush chiongster is my middle name running away from reality living in my own little kingdom.