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sometimes


sometimes, i miss the days with w231.

sometimes, i miss d fearless fighter who was building an army of strong
people, fighting wars, conquering d impossibles and having fun together.

sometimes, i wish i'm strong enuff still to carry my wounded.

sometimes, i feel i'm just on attachment to pass my failed life module.

sometimes, i wonder how deep my roots are to keep me rooted still.

sometimes, i think i'm learning more in the wild than what i used to
know and practice within the rules.

sometimes, i'm moved to awake d obscured giant and gather my
troopers to wreak havoc in hell and slay goliaths again.

sometimes, the spirit is very willing but the flesh is very weak.

sometimes, the more you hide, the more you are brought out to face.

sometimes, what is etched on the heart, beats with the heart.




sometimes,
i wish i'm blogging on invisible ink.

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