washed away..
bball training at 2pm, soccer at 5.30pm. and she conveniently skipped them all. wad's wrong i asked. and she cldn answer. she'd felt so totally despondent, maimed, wretched. wad words to use on her. hah. but perhaps tt's true. where was the girl once so undaunted so determined, nth cld stop her frm wantin to be who she wans to be. no longer. wad's wrong i asked. and she cldn answer. her morale dipped and she cldn play to her best - torn between everyone's favourite games and her favourite games.
she dreams..
of the water break at ECP. realised she had been so cooped up by a zillion activities, there's no time to think of anything else. the times spent there listenin to the dark waves slappin hard against the waterbreaks, feelin the cold waters rushin up to her knees, swingin and tossin sparkles everywhere, singing and giggling.
of her imperfections that her fren blatantly commented on. unknowing to this fren, she had tried ways and means to correct them, and when all means became futile, had finally come to terms that these imperfections are already part of her. ugly or not, that is her and being reminded of these physical imperfections simply spoils the friendship. does it matter? but it's true wad!- the fren said.
one learns to be the good kind soul by listening and watchin wad others are and omitting the dark areas. 'you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it' - cant be any more true.
she dreams..
of the water break at ECP. realised she had been so cooped up by a zillion activities, there's no time to think of anything else. the times spent there listenin to the dark waves slappin hard against the waterbreaks, feelin the cold waters rushin up to her knees, swingin and tossin sparkles everywhere, singing and giggling.
of her imperfections that her fren blatantly commented on. unknowing to this fren, she had tried ways and means to correct them, and when all means became futile, had finally come to terms that these imperfections are already part of her. ugly or not, that is her and being reminded of these physical imperfections simply spoils the friendship. does it matter? but it's true wad!- the fren said.
one learns to be the good kind soul by listening and watchin wad others are and omitting the dark areas. 'you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it' - cant be any more true.
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