Cold and numb
blinded by a lie
without a care
ever changing
life is not fair
what used to be nice
what used to be true
what used to be you
forgotten
memories are not enough
to keep you
time was never ours
to be together
i mourn for
death has come to love
it was buried by hate
2 months ago
your shadow
i dare not look at my
periphery
for fear of looking in your
eyes
for fear of what I may see
your silence is better
than those words you uttered
your presence is better
than those words you hurled
i long for my decay
when it is time for me to stay away?
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Cheryl Ching
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9intervals, the idea is derived from a cat having nine lives. I guess, I don't have to tell you how much I love cats!
We've been through intervals in this lifetime. Guess, I'm lucky to be alive. I don't think I would be lucky the next time. But nevertheless, we have our intervals. A certain episode that we remember in the past that affects our future. Or maybe just something that we can learn from. A little something to look back to.
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