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Jan 2014
My vision's not clear.
The fog has become more thicker.
I CANNOT SEE.
i cannot see what is in that shiny black marble.
i cannot see if that word is truly from your pure heart.
        I am not sure if that star would love to shine on me forever.
        That star,
        So pure, so kind, so loving, so caring for all those flowers but not me.
        Me. I think my petals aren't PRETTY enough for him.
        Me. He says its always about me.
        HOW? WHY?
I just want to see what's in that black marbled eye.
I just want to see whats in that coconut heart.
I just want you to ask me once. JUST ONCE.
And i promise all those bullets in me will be a worth.

YEAH.....
I know I am selfish. He needs time.
TIME.
I will be waiting.
Waiting with the box full of bullets i LOVE.
hanaB
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