Friday, April 01, 2005
Sylvia - 3
(Note: The original piece of this writing was destroyed by blogger, hence this is the second attempt, which I will try to re-write as proper as I can).
I cannot take it.
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There is no one else like you, Sylvia.
No one else can ever be like you, or dream of replacing who you are,
I loved you like I will never love someone else again,
You and I share a magic that can never happen anywhere else.
But I am insecure-
You make me feel insecure:
I feel so unvalued, so defeated, like I've lost you; like I've lost already.
I love her now, I have no choice
this is the best way.
I wish I never lost you. All those regrets, your death, I will have to live with it
You and I are made for each other, but not meant to be.
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