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  8:49    Lucy's heart biopsy; witness Steven         So, this is it,her heart. Can you see it? Look at it! You can't; How come? It is you artwork. You took it, chopped it into tiny little pieces, and pounded on them till they were turned into dust. And now, when there is nothing else that can be done to put the pieces back together, you can't look at it ?         Interesting.I can't help but wonder:are you selfish, blindfolded or just insensible? I come to the conclusion that you are all of them together.     &

   Bravery also known as courage , fortitude, will, and intrepidity, is the ability to confront fear, pain, risk/danger, uncertainty, or intimidation. We are all brave , somehow... when it comes to different things.. I am brave too..just not when it comes to you..because well.. I am a coward..   I am a coward because I can't tell you how much I hate you for making me missing you so much...   I am a coward because I can't even face you.. the pain would be .. let's just say I wouldn't be able to handle it..it would tear apart my heart , or what's left of it anyway ...   I am a coward because I don't have the power to admit that I was wron

    You once told me I am heartless.. at that time I didn't know what to answer..what to say to you..but..now I do ...You're probably right..though I don't know the reason for my being like this.     Do you remember him? .. the one who broke my heart into millions of tiny little pieces?..well..this might be the reason I don't have a heart anymore..I mean not in the philosophical kind of way. Strange though..this situation, because from a biological point of view my heart still beats...the blood still goes up there and does his job...but then, why am I heartless?     You tell me I

    Have you ever wondered how your soul looks like ? No ? Never ? Oh. Well , I have; came to a conclusion actually .    See , I always imagined my soul as a child : a short , dark haired child , practically normal , but once you get closer , you can see his beautiful green eyes... so deep... so cold. And yet , if you take the time you'll notice they are telling a story .    My soul doesn't have a name , I don't even know if it is a she or a he , all I know is it is a child, so foolish sometimes , that is partly the reason it gets hurt so often .I noticed that it tends to be  self-destructive , will do anything for a decent cause , but ,

      I'll never know what he really feels.... I'll never know what she really thinks... I always knew he is a player.... I've never known she means what she says.     She is so childish , she makes me go insane.. everything she says has two sides, nothing ever is what it seems to be.     He is oh so stubborn and kind of imposing when he speaks to you.. I lose my voice when I see him , I barely even remember how to speak and my heart seems to just want to jump out of my chest , so I try not to show him what I really feel and think ..      I wish she would just give up these game.... I love her.. it would be such a relief to know she fe

     She stood in a corner smiling at me , she no longer was the girl i used to know. It was then that i realised how much harm i had done to her. I shouldn't have told her my secret, I shouldn't have let her know the truth, but i loved her dearly..how was i to know it would only break her heart?      You probably have no idea what i am talking about so let me make it a little more clear:..her .. her name is Lucy , the love of my life since i was 14 , that would be five years ... a long time if you ask me. How we met? You may say destiny made a joke, a stupid one, we should never have met , w