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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

in the very corner that the lady misses, that's where the little lady stands. gazing ever so silently. as the skin around her eyes creases into a smile, the dimples set out slight but it is with deep longing that the little lady still stands, frozen in her place. as the light falls softly on their faces, it is with deep regret that the little lady turns away. the lady never knew what she missed.

everyone needs a miracle doctor for the sickness that life cannot heal. just as everyone has secret needs that the heart knows not to fulfil. we all know, but we all pretend. cos sometimes it's better not to have known.

people seek bitterness like an illness. for it allows them to bask in glory of better times. maybe it's true, we cannot know the difference between good and bad if we only know one of them.
-cheryl
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