it's my secret.
it's my darkness.
it's my personal space, my privacy, which i refused to allow anyone near it.
to let my little dark secret be isolated from the world
somewhere secluded
somewhere alone
somewhere just me and my secret.
becuz i can't afford to have others know
i'm still stalking on my past, occasionally.
which part of the past, nobody knows.
i even blocked out that part of memories when i'm not alone.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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This is a wonderful poem. Many of us can relate, I'm sure.
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