looking back at the past,
i guess getting hurt wasn't that bad,
i'd learnt from my past,
mistakes have been repeated,
but i'd learn a lot..
a lot..

i learnt just to be myself,
no more hiding behind a mask,
i talk to anyone,
but sometimes you feel naked,
without that mask on.

but when i think about it again,
why pretend??
what's the use?

yeah i used to be scared,
i wouldn't bring my opinions forward,
i'd always crumble over the slightest criticism..

but ive learnt that life is all about ups and downs,
and sometimes when you can
stop yourself before you'd lose yourself again,
it'd be better.
yeah..
life..

yeah so really i appreciate getting hurt,
being mocked at,
hated and gossiped..
looked down at, underestimated,
challenged..

i guess patience just play the major role,
it sastifies me,
each time someone f meand i just nod my head,
just the look of them being annoyed by their behaviour
brings me sastifaction..
sometimes silence is the lethal weapon..

cause i realised,
yes i'd crumble,
but everytime you pull yourself together again,
you get stronger.

sometimes,
i just want to see how far i can go without breaking down,
and sometimes things make me weak.
that's why i choose to stay away from my weaknesses.

haha..
yeah!

lobe and hate this feeling,
i'd have to lose so much just to gain so much..
life..

sometimes, though matter how hard you work to achieve something,
you only achieve "so" much.
life..

lalala.

"wisdom stings yet ignorance is no bliss"

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