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:Tuesday, June 27, 2006:

Sometimes when I look at things, I wanna cry.
I wanna cry out everyone's problems like there's
no tomorrow. Impressions are starting to change
to take its ugly form. Then again, I question
myself for making these decisions for everything
that stays mine. I confused right now. Is it that
I judge too fast? or that I happen to see things too
clearly.

The desperation of a lonely soul. I guess I can be
mean at times. Thats how I actually got my free
admission pass into hell with a 100% stamp which
states VIP queue. Lucifer wants me so bad enough
to tell me that my life is so screwed up. The problems
are never ending and the past haunts the present
like nobody's shit business.

I'm not in a good mood right now. Memories I guess.
I need a long night sleep. I need to fall into my deepest
darkest runaway place to hide in my solace and cry
myself out just to make me feel tired enough to sleep.
With the many songs stuck in my head, I got to hand it
down to songs like hands down and 23. I guess I'll never
get bored listening to them. They make me start crying
with all my emotions waiting to burst out like a FREAKING
BULLET.

Someone point a gun at me and shoot me now.

Benji


| Stripped and Lusted 11:55 PM| |

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about the boy.
'benji
02may88.taurus
maxatom@hotmail.com

sitting in the dark.
in a room. facing the wall.
looking back at the past.
wearing a mask, hiding the truth.
it's time to reveal everything.

gaps left behind.
the streets were wet and the gate was locked.
so i jumped it and let you in.
with your hand around my waist.
everything could be felt again.
and i knew that you meant it.

not forgetting.
Andy
Benji
Cindy
Chu Yang
Dennis
Darren
Fyedee
Gary
James
Jeremy
Jiawei
Jimmy
Jayden
Matthew
Max
Nick
Shuhui
Sean Remiel
Trent
Wei Hao
Xiaotaizi Didi

I declare.

I declare that there are losers in life. But nothing compares to those whom spam tagboards. Cause they have nothing better to do but try to beautify other people's life by the attention they are giving.

Blessed Be,



antiquity.