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♥ Szeyee.

An ordinary girl who is EIGHTEEN. Once believes in fairytale until she knows it'll not come true. LOVES airplanes & stars in the night. LOVES to daydream. Does have her fears that she could not conquer.

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Saturday, June 25, 2011 - 12:26 AM
You're just a Fiction.


I admit I was super happy the moment I heard that.
But, after much thinking, I was happy only for that moment.
I'm not going to be the lucky one.
Lady Luck is always not on my side.
I'm afraid that the one you're referring to is not me once again.
I dare not pin high hope this time round.
I'm scared.
I'm scared that the higher I'd fall.
True, after much thinking, we do have many similarities that I'm afraid you can't differentiate.
You'd have mistook her as me.
I've had enough.
I've already put it aside, forgetting about it as time goes by.
But now, just your one question, you dig it all out again.
I've buried it so well.
It's alright, to me, you're just a fiction.
No matter what the real answer is, I don't wish to know.
Because I've a intuition that it's not me again.

Yours sincerely
Szeyee