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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

~His Story~

A sense of dread looms ahead yet there's nothing one can do. All he can do is wait. Leading a life of duplicity concocting a pack of lies to cover up the side which should be suppressed. Perhaps everything came too late, and there wouldn't be any salvation which he had hoped for. He learnt how to keep up pretences but his acts are falling apart. The worst judge was not people around him but he himself.

He tried to live up to expectations but day by day he is crumbling. He can sense he was going down the road of ruin yet he perserveres in doing so just to see how the end would consume him. He looks into the mirror every day no longer recognising the person staring back at him. Yet he will still smile telling himself to put on a brave front to face the world as his life becomes a black hole sucking his conscience and spirit. He knows people are selfish just like him, they want to see only the positive side he can bring into their lives like joy, laughter and optimism. No matter how lousy he is at putting up this show, the show must go on. He laughs but this is merely a feeble attempt to conceal the void that lives within him each day. He can't cry anymore, his dreams had been shattered a long time ago and what is left are the fragments of a heartless soul.

He knows he created the mess yet he doesn't know how to clear it. Day by day he sees others who have succumbed to the God of Death, the downfall of people who no longer had the will to carry on. Will he become one of them? His selfish and callous ways will create an excruciating heartache to the ones he loves should they unveil and see through the lie he is living. He doesn't want to be saved because deep within he knows he is going to collapse. And when that happens he doesn't want anyone to weep nor feel any pity for him for he was the one who had made his choice. And the only way is to follow through his plans till he is powerless to continue no more.

On Pointe @)~~
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