Angel Little Secrets

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Im not happy being with him. He became more and more lazy even with the whole packing and throwing away of his wife stuff in order for me to stay with him ... I always felt that im so stupid to miss him where he can simply play his game. watch teebee and vcds @home without my accompany. its been one week after leaving Grandeur, I do miss staying there as the place is nicely deco and comfortable environment.

The DIVA ♥

Christina
Small and carefree was how I used to be When years passed by,.
I started wondering roaming and searching places for my identity.
Uncertainty on the shell isn’t the only thing.
The inside fluff is bruised, painful from the sting.
Feelings sealed in, secrete to the eyes of plenty,
Am I Me?
Despite of it all, I stand my appearance
No cowering in shadows for the need of disappearance
Suit on the great shinning gold amour
Act and talk my own unique behavior
Prediction of my future is impossible
Thought the procedure of each step is readable
The shield is still cracking for me to see.
As I'm the only witness and the only person who can judge my life.
As time flows by with new discoveries made
Confusion and wonder of that thought begins to fade
Acceptation grows for who I am
Am I me? Of course I’m me.
This is who I love to be.

WISHLIST ♥

HER AUDIENCES ♥

THE JUDGES ♥

PAST ♥

RHYTHM ♥

APPLAUSE ♥