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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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topsy turvy

The heart of darkness drowns all senses
The soul, numbed, bears no consensus
Of hope
That resides
In the conformity of the unknown masses.

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ermm... chim leh... me tryin to understand... :(

doesnt sound very good. wat happened. how can i help? feel free to write, maybe offer a listening ear.

thanks 4 worrying but i'm really fine. just penning a poem from inspiration: Joseph Conrad.

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