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The Only Exception

Hello World,

It's 5am.
No, I didn't wake up for all the right reasons.
It's this nightmare.
I wish just like any other dreams, this one will subside
when the daylight comes in.
But no, as reality downs, it stays.

It's just me.
And my stupid little wishful thinking. LOL.
While blogging can put me in perspective, it also reveals things.
Things that I was inclined to say out loud.
But lurking at every page, reflected in every words.
Well, I'm not doing that John Meyer's thingy anymore.
I'm not going to hold my roses while I'm asleep.
No no. No more John, thanks a lot.

Hmm.. Maybe to call things off before it happened,
like what I did years ago, was not a sign of bravery. Nor wisdom.
Maybe it just shows how I'm chicken out before a tough journey even begins.
Well, that's some revelations. LOL.
But just every rose has its thorns as a self-defence mechanism,
that was mine. I mean, to chicken-out.

As I am the free-fall kind of person, darling, you are the only exception.
You are always been my exception.
At least, that's what Hayley Williams said.
But not for long, I guess :)
I'm just saying, sometimes doing the chicken-escape is the right thing.
It hurts a little, but in the longer terms, it will work out well.

Hmmm.. I think I need to get some more sleep ;)


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