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1.
About someone...

You're reading Souless
I'm Leia.
Call me whatever you want,
Cos it's merely a name.
If you're looking for me
Don't.
P.S.
Yeah I know. Simple blog.
It's just my life story.
Anyway, get to the point.

There is a hidden link.
Find it,
And you'll see the darker side.


2.
About past...

Song of Solo
 Within 180 days,
If there is no changes here,
Its when my existence faded away.

Be a witness of my story

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Credit to
Daphne


3.
Witnesses of my existence
Haru Deon

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SOULESS
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Sunday, January 07, 2007 @ 3:48 PM

I don't feel like trying to patch things up anymore... no matter how hard i tried, seems like my mum just felt that i'm just a rebel. Yea... rebel... rebel is suppose tto do things that weren't meant to be done... and i ask myself, what did i do, that made me a rebel to you...

Nevertheless... yes, i did overdid some stuffs, but, did i really do something that is really making me a rebel? Going home later than the time i told you, either did i inform you, you'll get angry. Too many projects, you say i do things at the last minutes, and don't let me to do it over night. Coming home late cos of work, you complaint. Do work, you say i don't do house work. Got home later by one or two hours, you say i'm trying to skip my house work.

Which point, exactly made me a rebel?

I don't know...

If you want to really understand, just... listen to me without doubts, please.

I'm really confused. When i work, you gave complains... so, i said, since you're tight on financial, i'll handle my own pocket money, just allow me to work. That's all...

Frankly, anything wrong, even for just asking for it?

Oh well... you said, I'll have to pay for my own laptop, breakfast lunch dinner, even school fee? Yea, i'm working like a proper job huh?

I'm really... I know that i'm busy, but... i want this kinda life. I want it, because i enjoy it. I like it when i have to rushes out a work, and i like working with my friends. I like everything here, and you tell me that I don't have to continue with my poly.

You doesn't just gave a cut, but created an open wound...

I wanna heal it, but there leaves a scar.

Anyway, i doubt you'll even see these stuffs I'd written here.

Oh well...

I don't know what to say to you, mum... but...

Leave it. You wouldn't try to get anything into your ear...

Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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