C'est la vie:
Stubborness, like the blade of a dagger
ready to pierce
anytime.
Headstrong,
strong-willed,
strong mind-power.
Whatever.
Perhaps that was the past.
Like a bull,
crashing and banging right into the danger zone.
You know danger is approaching,
yet you approached it confidently.
Right or wrong
there's no answer.
Rather you refused to answer.
There's always a grey area.
You said so.
You refused to admit your mistake.
You knew that painful consequences
were about to take place
just a matter of time.
You went straight on.
You knew that the bull would soon turn steak.
You went straight on.
That was.
The PAST.
The bull is dead.
Resurrection or not.
The original majestic bull is dead.
Killed by the shiny blade.
Yours truly.
Faced, once again.
The same choice.
Different circumstances.
A different bull.
More experience.
More worn out.
Less energetic.
Less zest.
More failures.
More desperation...
Yours truly.
So the term starts, hinting to me a single thing.
I almost forgot about that till you guys reminded me of it.
Thanks.
Sarcastic or not, I'm sincere.
I meant deep from my heart seriously.
Let me cont'd with my story. Hope you guys realise that the above is a story.
Damn sure you guys don't know the meaning behind this chunk of things.
So don bother.
Cos the only few individuals who might be able to decipher the correct answer don't visit my blog. Don't even know I have a blog. Won't decipher.
Yours truly.
That fateful night.
The heart is pierced.
Deeply by the blade,
which now stinked.
The disgusting smell of blood.
There's no way anybody can follow it.
You'll only be following it
into the coffins.
It's over.
Now the music of the night...
lu
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