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L.O.V.E
written on Sunday, January 16, 2011 @ 11:34 PM ✈

I realized that i became love-deprived. I hunger for love. As i quote "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage". My love is gone, and i lost control of myself. He's the guy who brought so much happiness and helped me grew. I always wonder how things would be like if I do take a leap of faith living without him and start anew. And i did. And I hardly could breathe.

Perhaps it felt like I had so much of everything that I sometimes lose track of reality. I became known, favorable and suddenly, after 1 month, all of it became a dream that i waked up from. The trouble with putting yourself out there in the public being so exposed for the past 1 month, it leaves you with no room to hide when he suddenly left you and the news spread like wildfire.

I feel really suffocated. My emotions are locked up in a suitcase buried deep down inside because i do not share this to anyone. Behind that smiley face lies a broken heart that is bleeding endlessly that its weighing me down.

As i've said, life’s has always been painful on my end.

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