How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away;
find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same:
it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape,
I've heard what they say,
but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words:
it's just tears and rain.


dad postponed his trip to US.
prolly around first week of May, he'll go.
i wanna go too! during june(:
maybe e whole month. hahaha. maybe even for, i-don't-know-how-long.

i think i miss you.

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Sharon
Netball
19th March 93.

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