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Soledad~

It has been a long time since I have been able to keep silent like this.Words barely make it out of my mouth.I am subscribing more to monologues in my head.I somehow find pleasure in doing so.Its like i am discovering my old self back again.An exciting ordeal.The environment of Grandma's house has always been conducive for my reading marathons.I am able to think more and fully immerse in the world of literature.
Now,I dread going back to college as i feel much safer here.This place is like a safe bunker that protects me from the outside world.In this place i am elusive to their influences.Coming back to Malacca gives an impression of a child scrambling back to its mother's arms and nestling against her chest.Only after coming back here,I finally realized that my heart have been longing for this place.My once restless heart is now at peace, and more joyful.It hums a tune of tranquility.This unexpected flood of peace surprises me as I hadn't seen it coming.Hopefully,I will be able to rejuvenate myself and make use of every minute I have to deepen my heart,mind and maybe even cleanse my tarnished soul if that is even possible.
=D

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  1. Grymm RipperJuly 20, 2010 at 11:45 PM

    i don't want to!!!.....help!!!...my butt is swelling...

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