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Girl:
I see.
I feel.
I walk.
I lived.
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peter pan land has become the place where i pour my soul.problems has been arising of late, which i supposed was the main purpose of this blog: lift the problems off my leaden soul.i guess lies r essential to peaceful living. n secrets r meant to b kept by u n u only, spreading of which to an individual will lead to the spillage of truth.i've only learnt this fact recently (referring to the necessity of lies in everyday life), n prior to that i sincerely believed that a honest rlsp will b a healthy one.everyone has their own secrets, big or small. there r things that they don't wan ppl to noe n there is a reason behind. n indeed, learning wat i should not learn led to hurt on my part n also tt of others.secrets (or lies in disguise) bond because their existence make ppl likeable.ironical? probably.yes indeed, they have the ability to bond ppl tgt n will only lose effect on the day the secrets r spilled. n frens once again don on a mask to cover up wat has been spilled to continue with the forged frenship simply because it's too tiring to start a new one.n it continues with new lies or if u prefer, new secrets.life is a cylce.a cycle which gets more vicious as the clock ticks n the man aged, tgt with his desire to soar n reach the skies.his selfish desires. one tt he does nt seem to understand that it will not follow him to his grave.only love will. all kinds of love. priceless love.
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