Thursday, 25 November 2010

The Worst.

The raining season was back.
Cool wind breeze coldly on my face,messing up my hair,and made me shivered.
No warmth against me.
I hate rainy days.

How I wish the wind can drift away the lament I'd faced.
how I wish the heavy pouring rain can wash away the guilt inside me.
how I wish the filthy raindrops can fall on my face,hard and chill.
so that feeling against the icy liquid,no one can sees my tears.
how I wished I could freeze to death.
Ugly truths.
Spoilt friendships.
Sea of guilt.
What's left?
Broken hearts. Y.

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