I realise i have yet to see so much and feel so much. As much as i want to, i am stuck in this small cubicle of mine.. How much more can i take when i can't even handle the thoughts i am having, the perceptions i have cultivated? No man think alike. Who would one truly understand another when you are still you?
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Calling for Superman.
Dear Superman,
Please save me. i want to be like you. I want to date you. You can bring me go fly and let me feel safe. You must know how i feel and understand wat I am going thru. Because you are SUPERMAN.
Superman is mine.
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