I read through my past post, it just like mind blowing and my head is rolling. So much words in my heart are about to express, but yet, when I pause my mind and preparing to record something down, the words are gone. Yes, I screwed it up. I could not follow the pace that it should be. Always one step at back for those things should have done earlier. Is weary to walk behind and it makes me feel fed up. Not always, but occasionally I need a release no matter how erratic is it. What point of being stress and losing the tempo that belongs to me? Give me a punch, and I will have the chance to shout ''Fuck U''; Give me a club for the reason of ''Rock U''; not to you, but myself.
Life is a picture, you can not stop drawing it; life is a bug, you cannot protect it from being attack; life is a drink, you can not enjoy it before you get drunk. There is no reason for you to be afraid, there is no place for you to escape, so, just go ahead, U will find the way out, as long as I believe.
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