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The Story Of My Heart...
Sunday, October 17, 2010
A dent in my skull
My nearest encounter with death has placed things in much clearer perspectives. I really did think that i was going to die with a dent in my head. With my parents out of the country. Alone. There was i crying beside you, you didn't seem to react as quickly as i thought you would. When i exited the taxi, you didn't rush to my aid to carry my bag. Everything was so surreal. In the ambulance. You were on the phone. Not seated next to me. What i needed was some comfort. That everything was alright.
But that was just a moment. A short moment in time.
* i can't see my future with you in it. I still can't. Why...
