Saturday, November 07, 2009
I squandered the hopes but I have scintilla of regret.
Its pleasing to see you appearing again and again from my back into my face when I barely finished a single round of the race.
Its poignant but predicted.
Someone is competing, but I will not smear the friendship.
But neither will I change my sight.
The infatuation shall not weaken but turn more robust.
It never will(weaken), though I am not sure of the future me.
There is always some things that is encraved in the innermost that cannot be touched till the brain no longer has the ability to store it, to preserve it, to defend it.
I can only force myself to let the competitor win if he can convince me
that I ought to let go. And its hard(to convince).
Take care of the remaining rounds/competitions because I am still in them.
Its poignant but predicted.
Fighting for Victory 3:28 PM
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