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if chocolates could put a real smile on my face, i would have gobble all of em'
if ice-cream could make me feel better, i would get one every hour
if being harsh could change things, then i would not mind being the bad guy
if pretentious act could make things better, i would continue my act
if time could be reverse, i would stop at that very moment
and that will be, only if time could really heal
thought i moved on
guess its a failed attempt
tried but the fall never stop
never my choice to act so weird
never my choice to being cold
but what choice do I have
then to stop myself
tried to run but i refuse to leave
not a quitter
still holding on
but how much longer
i do not know

familiar no?? irony, irony, irony...

perfections within imperfections

if you seek for perfection, then look at imperfections beforehand. perfections are made up of imperfections. the word PERFECT exist within the many imperfections that we are. no one is perfect, not you, not me, not that dude sitting beside me in Starbucks, not that girl with full-makeup and the best svelte figure. why not just accept and embrace those imperfections, make the full out of it instead of constantly something that is of non-existence?