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best things in life are free
[A]bout
Who Am I? Im C l a i r s e n t i e n t .
人间的青草地 需要浇水 内心的花园 就不会枯萎
把最甜最好的滋味 播到东南西北
-heavy heart --
Wednesday, 16 December 2009 12/16/2009 08:53:00 pm
i have many feelings bottled up
my heart feels heavy
my eyes feel teary
how ironic
hm seems the place dat hurts me the most
at this moment
how i wish someone knows my sadness
if someone can be here to lend me a shoulder
im scare to be alone
im scare to be speechless
im scare to express myself thru only fear
im really scare.
i thot of him
i wish to ask if he's all well
i miss him too
i hope he's here to lend me his presence
i really need no words of consolation
dont pity me
jus be, beside me.
and share a bit of ur warmth to me.
all i need is jus dat.
can u teach me to be not me.
pls bring me away
here's an old folktale about a giant who removes his own heart, locks it in a series of metal boxes, and buries the whole conglomeration. Thereafter, his enemies can stab or shoot him, but never fatally. Of course, he also loses the benefits of having a heart, such as happiness. The giant sits around like Mrs. Lincoln grimly trying to enjoy the play, until he's so miserable he digs up his heart and stabs it himself. This grisly parable reminds us that refusing to love is emotional suicide. Yet many of us fight like giants to guard ourselves from intimacy, boxing up our hearts in steel-hard false beliefs. "I'm unlovable" is one such lockbox. "Everyone wants to exploit me" is another. Then there's "I shouldn't feel that" and "I have to follow the rules," etc. Whatever your own heart-coffins may be, notice that they're ruining your happiness, not preserving it.
[T]agMe --
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