How does one fill up his heart?
A burnt hole in the heart,
By the fire that is fed by loneliness,
Leaving him the torture of living.

Love, hate, courage, fear,
His hand reached out for them;
Determined, doubt, shielded, bare,
His search continue though stung by poisons.

Is this how we are all tested?
To have a whole heart when we are born,
But to be thrown deeper into misery as we age?
Or to mend the heart into gold?

Show him the way,
Show him the light;
Let him see the hope that is near,
Let him have faith to walk in the storm, alone.

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and then.. here it is... a creation from mua boredom.. a break from mua study for finals... rite... have been wanting to start a blog... and hence here i am after one year of contemplation.. ask not the reasons why i did not come earlier... but ask the reason why i come now..

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