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Sunday, November 4, 2012

I chase peace from one night to the other, and the scar keeps bleeding in the meanwhile.

It's hurting me now - the pain of feeling, writing - not being able to know and not being able to move ahead. But this ache is what I am - I am in every bit of this suffering. It's so suffocating that I know that I yearn for life, for love, for myself - I am constituted of such moments of void and pursuit. This sudden wake in the middle of the night is so me - rest are all my look-alikes!

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