She keeps on telling herself she shouldn't worry.
She can't deny, however, that there's a little part in her that grows bigger everyday; waiting, wishing, clinging strongly to that little piece of hope she's seeing. She still hopes for that light in front of her to shine brighter...
But it's flickering - sometimes dim, sometimes glowing, sometimes it's as bright as a fallen ray of sunshine, and she's thankful that it's never dark, never black.
It's always there; teasing her, beckoning her, messing around with her train of thoughts.
And she'll keep on walking towards it as long as you don't turn off your light.
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March '09
She can't deny, however, that there's a little part in her that grows bigger everyday; waiting, wishing, clinging strongly to that little piece of hope she's seeing. She still hopes for that light in front of her to shine brighter...
But it's flickering - sometimes dim, sometimes glowing, sometimes it's as bright as a fallen ray of sunshine, and she's thankful that it's never dark, never black.
It's always there; teasing her, beckoning her, messing around with her train of thoughts.
And she'll keep on walking towards it as long as you don't turn off your light.
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March '09
Oh.. Oh bestie. This is gorgeous and beautiful and sad an hopeful all at once. Your mad skillz are missed! :D
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