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Miles from nowhere
Sunday, 26 August 2007

mugging too slowly. Stuck at alcohols. tutorials. Its 30 days and counting down. I've not touched math AT ALL. panic.



I missed you.
missed the chance to know you.
So close.. so achingly close.
Almost. But never to be.
Dream never became reality.
You were the reason,
the reason why I tried
so desperately,
so damn hard.
The reason I got so lost,
so lonely and unhappy.
Everything was a distraction,
distraction from the hurt,
the overwhelming bitterness,
that bled from my heart,
the tremendous aimlessness
an uncurable, deep cut.
You are so close,
so achingly close.
Almost, but never to be,
my dream ain't reality.
My last chance slipped quietly away,
when I got my posting results that day.




"and my heart still misses you."

2:27 am