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Thursday, September 07, 2006

9:02 PM

Sometimes, perhaps, when hope hangs but on a thread, and happiness seems out of reach, one simply lets herself fall - into the land of shadow and despair.
And finally, one is too far gone. One finds herself in a world where joy is of little importance - unfathomable, unreachable. Such a world may exist, for some, for many, a world where there is no door for hope. It is a world but for the weakest creatures; cowards, fools, weaklings. A world where one has simply given up hope, living for the sake of living, nothing else.
In this world, one even begins to wish that something called magic actually existed. A word, a thing that can sweep you off your feet, and take you away from this world of suffering, torment and grief. A world of unfinished hopes, crushed dreams and useless wishes for some things better.
And perhaps, this is the world I live in.
A world, where my heart cuts itself off from everything else, till all that's left, is black.

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rachel sim.
seven-oh one-ninety three.
fifteen.
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rafflesian!
guitar ensemble!
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loves her guitars.
loves her books.
loves music, both oldies and contemporaries.

loves maroon 5, my chemical romance, coldplay, mcfly, deathcab for cutie, queen, clay aiken, five for fighting, the eagles, elvis.

loves stardust, star wars, lotr, v for vendetta, babel, romeo and juliet, emma, gone with the wind, CRASH, Moulin Rouge, Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Pianist, Back to the Future, Walk the Line, The Departed

loves friends. and chandler bing.

loves david rocco, nigella lawson and JAMIE OLIVER.

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