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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Monday, April 13, 2009

she was lost
she was looking high and low.
she was looking at every square inch of the area
with her eyes she was combing every single corner.
just to see if she could find the only thing that could brighten up her mood.


the higher the expectations, the bigger the misery.
she felt empty when it was nearing the 40mins mark.
she was disappointed. she was on the verge of crying.
she was hoping for something to cuddle so she could fall asleep again.


her eyes was exhausted due to the search.
it was closing everytime she was dreaming.
the impact was unexpected.
it was cruel but what could she have done? nothing.