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4/4/09Y
Doubts.

Guilty, I suddenly realized that he, whom I recently abandoned, still knows me waaaay better than the boastful one. Fragile. Only those who're very close to me knows that.. and feels that. I am not physically breakable but the other way around. Just when I was so so so so sure of something, here comes the power of doubt. Before, I was everything to somebody. I was his princess, I needn't do anything but sit and relax. But that changed, obviously.

I stupidly left my throne in his heart and thought I'd be better loved by a prince than a commoner. Look where I am now - shattered into pieces, in a dark box I am kept. Struggling. Sacrificing. Like a star without a sun. Evenly dramatic. And now I have to fully restore myself, I've been wandering around this maze for some time now and I think that ought to stop.

Now I realize that you'll never realize you had something until they're gone. Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection. I need to regain myself again, get back to the life I had before. Sure, it'd be hard.. but staying in a box is much more painful than struggling to get out.

'Coz I know how I feel about you NOW.

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