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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Sunday, March 29, 2009
let me go.

nobody's talking. the house just feels as cold as last night.
the house seemed to be filled with mutes, like nobody's home.
people eat on the table without talking,
and the next minute they leave the tables with filled stomachs.

i don't want to be here. i don't want to see whats happening.
i want to cry. if crying could solve all these problems. i'll cry the whole day.
i want to be let out this superficial home. this is not the home i once knew.
save me from this please.