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Friday, August 31, 2007

walking alongside the road that has lost its beauty to routine, i wish so much that i was walking the streets of cold lovely perth. those days lost to the bustle of activities, sometimes dread, back here. how i wish i could roam those candy-filled shops again. the laid back politeness of people. beautiful people. our beauty has been long lost to dread. we forget to breathe the air for its freshness. we forget to take in the sights and sounds around us. we rush along, catching up with time and trying not to let time catch up with us.

and even back to those days that i was enjoying myself so much in perth. i was worrying too much about spending the best of my time there because i was too afraid that i'll have to go back too soon. you see, we spend all our lives in this same vicious cycle, i wish i can fall out of it.

i've lost my appetite. lost much zest. looking forward to sleep. getting headaches on and off every day. what kind of life is this?
-cheryl
9:57 AM





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