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My 8%

This cold and untouched heart, has for many years laid apart, now it is blunt and stark no longer a weapon of my soul. But recently I've gained an electric feel cause whenever I think of you my spine start to reel. It tingles up my back and leave a mark right in the center. Right in the heart. They say a human, can only use 10% of his entire mind, well these days I am reduced to a mere 2%. I stand in class, unable to answer I stare at my page clueless on what to write and I play sports without the fire of passion inside me, because its only 2% of my mind. One day a man asked me, what has happened and do you regret it? I stood and said "no sir, no I do not" Because that 8% I gave to you, to make me focus on every little thing you do.
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Written by
seb-garcia
Filipino
Published
Jan 19, 2011
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Sports will stop one day, may it be college, or after college or even retirement, it will end.

Studies will only last until you graduate, then you will get a job and loose you need to study hard.

If it's money, everyone will decline one day, we are all just waiting.

its is only love that will never leave us throughout our entire life.

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