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dragon's knight; r.v
dance with pixies / rejoice with gnomes / view that ineffable beauty of the world unknown

cjt.
in search of my dream at the age of 20

A being with a vessel of incessant distrust,
a heart of an empty abyss, too far to touch,
and thoughts of a caliginous cave, not one for venture.

✨ escape reality to breathe in serenity.
revel in fantasy,
to live what you intend to be.✨

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blogskin (c) puiling
Title: end.
Posted on: Wednesday, 4 July 2012 July 04, 2012

and no where we shall go.
today was horrible. things were complicated all round and i'm just have headaches from them. whoever came any where to annoying me just gave me a one way ticket to rip their heads off. honestly, i know, i'm a donkey when it comes to such scenarios, or probably most of the times but i really can't help it. the urge to rip their skin off them, layer by layer, peel the epidermis of their skin slowly. so slowly, it's hurts them so bad that they rather die and burn them in hot molten lava. these people are the bane of what i am now. i can't tolerate.

bad news just comes after one another, i know it's wrong to take it out on someone, but i can't help it. i don't even feel like or want to apologize. it'll sound fake anyway.

innit great to enter a different dimension one day and feel the different way of living. at least away from them?

someday i'm gonna create my own world. even if it's small. i'm gonna do so. brick by brick. build it up and never tear it down. and the people outside of my world, they are just irrelevant.

i will one day repay the people who indeed helped me. who trusted me deep down. and i could surely depend on them when in need. those of whom are not afraid to take the rap for me someone who stands by me regardless of the situation. sadly, little of such exist. sadly it is so.

i'll never cry. and i will never. i say it by my words and never return them. even with the thread of death threats, they are true. one day, some day, you'll never know.

i only talk about these here cause it feels more private. though it's obviously not, it's better than knowing there are people deliberately reading your tweets to get a spot of your life.

kindness will never be repaid. never. it just depends on how much you sacrifice. so the one who's at loss most? the kind one. never the worst. never.


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