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June 30, 2011 by worldofmaia | Edit
As for me, nothing can be called as true love. 30 years of trying and struggling to live the life, I have met many kinds of people and many shows of affection. Number 30 cannot be considered as long enough to be notified as mature. But I believe that this number is enough to judge which love is sincere and which is not. My friend always reminds me that actually I need to focus on someone who actually can provide the universe for me. I must not hope to have the slightest hint of having the stars. Not even the shines.
How stupid and idiot I am of having and letting myself drowned in a placid pool. Leaving me with unknown danger that can easily take my life and my heart away. Letting myself be carried away to the far far away land of unfortunate and misery. Nothing is comparable to the feeling of not being wanted.
Asking too much questions makes me lose in unknown answers. Asking me much to let you go sincerely seems so much burden. What I feel inside is the emptiness, nothingness, the pain and the hurt. Those just left me to the zenith.
