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"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."
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My name is Renald. A profile? That's troublesome.
If I had to say something, I wished I didn't exist. Screw humans and their own stupid problems.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother to try and make people happy, or whatever.
Most of them wouldn't appreciate the effort, or even take notice.
I wish I'd just sleep and never wake up. Stuck in dream forever, doing whatever I want. Inception anyone?
I'm not sure whether all those sweet memories and fun times I've had could make up for the disappointment I feel I've been thus far.
The times I've been drove to the edge, feeling almost insane. The pain being unbearable.
Be careful what you wish for? I don't know. Well.. dont regret your life and what you make of it.
Tresure the present, because they will never come back again.
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Look at me
8:27 PM Sunday, August 16, 2009
"Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone’s hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted—wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me."
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