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Thursday, October 4, 2007


this heart is not half empty and there is where i stay. without a fully filled heart. the familys broken and there is it. the intoxication of one without a kin. the lost of someone close to you. and there i stand without a piece. a piece of the puzzle, thats missing forever until the day. which i know will never come unless you have supernatural powers. and there i sit staring out the window thinking about you. the one who i greatly miss, the one who loved me more than this world did. the one who showed me how to be a human, to get out of the molting to become a man. but than before the lessons ended, you had to leave. my greatest professor that taught me things that classes would never teach, where this life will never tell. secret he never told anyone else. we werent just father and son. we were best of friends. the young and the old. the story of a boy and a man unfolds. until the story come to an abrupt ending. and there the pages that were meant to be filled remaind just plain sheets of white.

everyday i write letter in my head addressed to one recipient. with simple three letters. hoping that you would always be with me. whereever i go. until this story ends. but the story has already ended. i dont want to forget you face, afraid to wake up not remembering you and that you become a completely unknown. i know you're out there somewhere, but are you still with me?

-and till this day i still wished you were a secret agent
one that feigned death-

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