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Pathetic
Submitted by porkchop on 23 July 2008 - 12:39am.
He haunts me!His memories linger in my mind and numbing every inch of my senses. It’s so absurd that I’m the only one enduring all these feelings. Feeling he doesnt even know existing.
"who are you to judge the way I live?"
Submitted by porkchop on 23 July 2008 - 12:37am.
You can’t judge me!
you can’t judge me on how I carry my clothes, on who my afflictions are, or on what activities I am engaged in. You can’t judge me on how I speak or how I say things.
For clothes may be deceiving, and construction of words may be faulty.
I am not saying that I am perfect, indeed, I am bad.. I am no special, I am no unique. I am just like any other flawed persons roaming around this earth.
Judge me!
Judge me on my actions, actions I do out of my own volition and not merely of what was asked of me.
