head> :: OBVIOUS.
shanti.16.chindian.250290.
guitars.minorities.
black.red.white.
music.rock all the way.
domination not allowed.
___HATE___

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THE FEEL GOOD DRAG.
NO NAME FACE.
deadly.
THE LONGEST STORY
THE PHASE YOU'RE GOING THROUGH
JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
THE EMPTY ANSWERS.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF PAIN.
ON A DIFFERENT TRACK.
DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE.

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WE CAN RUN AWAY NOW, THEY'RE ALL DEAD AND GONE.

spent the whole day going through old journals and old entries of posts of blogging.
reminiscences of my life.
from what i was, to what i have become.
for what i live for, and for what i dont.
for feelings which i thought so temporary of, can now not escape reality.
for what society can somehow mould us out to be.
for the things that have never changed, to what i wish to forgo.
for the ones who have caused hurt, for the ones who have brought joys, for the ones who have brought sorrows, thank you.

sometimes, our history haunts us. it scares me to think of what i actually was back then. where stupidity and fragility lied beneathed. there are many things i wish i did and did not do. however, our history makes us what we are today. it shapes us and guides us. without it, we add up to nothing. the mistakes make us stronger, a better person, or for the worst. in times, we end up putting all the blame on ourselves instead. the mind is a funny thing.
sometimes i think our life plan has somehow already been mapped out for us. we are the only ones with the power to alter our fates. maybe the reason why life's so hard is due to the constant struggle of us trying hard to fight against this plan. what we want;what we don't want.
life is this game we're forced to play. the sad part is that we can never press pause, forward or rewind. only the stop button,and that is when death overtakes us.

i guess the reason why we need people there for us is because we want them to witness our life's happenings. which is, really quite a sad thing, for all the wrong reasons. maybe the human race is pathetic. i used to depend alot and live for other people. it came to my realization after a long time and now i only have myself left.

and maybe im still holding onto regrets.

the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down
I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold


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